I sat with my head down, trying to baby the hangover I had from the night before. The chatter of everyone else in the room made me want to bang my skull into the wall. Loud footsteps coming from the entrance forced everyone to stop talking, and I was forever grateful. The footsteps carried all the way to the front of the class until they stopped. "It's a pleasure to meet each of you. I look forward to what this semester has to offer all of us," he paused, writing something on the board, but I never raised my head, "Call me Mr. Johnson. It will take me a few days to remember your names. I am horrible with names," he let out a soft chuckle. One that sounded very familiar. "But let's give a try," he began reading off the names of each student, and I finally lifted up my head. My heart stopped in complete horror. "Greyson Walker." I couldn't speak. "Greyson Walker?" I slowly raised my hand, and our eyes met as his narrowed. Fuck.