•Grace's POV•
Waking up the next morning, I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to change, I think Jason was awake but I didn't really bother to pay attention before.
I wore a pair of skinny pencil tight grey jeans with a torn kind of style in white patches.
I rolled it up a bit by the ankle, it was a high waist jean, so my baggy white top went into the sides of the waist lines.
Making the top loose with the edges of each end underneath my jeans. It was a plain white top with imprinted black pictures.
I wore my black converses with them and done my hair in a messy pony tail.
I walked out grabbing my HB6 pencils and my sketch book.
I quickly grabbed my iPhone and headphones, I walked to my back pack and threw it across a shoulder.
When I realised Jason wasn't there, it was just curiosity that decided to eat me alive.
I walked out the dorm slamming the door shut accidentally.
I walked to the play ground since I had thirteen minutes break remaining due to my next period of lesson.
I sat on a bench listening to my music and scrolling in my Instagram when someone shaded on me, making the sun darken, looking up it was a familiar shadow..
