**Grayson's POV**

“Quinn, I—”

“Shut up, you pervert!”

I was startled by her loud outburst. Honestly, I was more afraid of Quinn yelling at me than my coach. I don't know if it was because I knew that when Quinn yelled at me, it meant she was angry, or because I had become too resigned to everything she did as long as she didn't leave me.

“You’re gonna use that recording to threaten me, aren’t you? Be honest. That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” Quinn pointed her ...