Just like Chase Whitmore, Gregory was one of those spoiled rich guys in their circle-had a bunch of flings, nothing serious.
Everyone knew they were scumbags, but with their money and decent looks, girls still threw themselves at them, each thinking they'd be the exception.
"Yeah, I know exactly who you are, you jerk!"
"Hey, can you not insult people?"
Gregory's grin quickly faded from his face.
But before he could react, a sharp pain hit his body.
Then came the high-pitched screams from the girls nearby.
"Ah!"
Gregory felt something warm running down his face––he was bleeding from the nose.
He wiped it, then yelped out in pain, lunging straight at Leslie.
She dodged effortlessly, eyes quickly scanning around until they landed on a stray baseball bat someone
