**Quinn's POV**

Still processing the situation, I glanced at Grayson, who fortunately was unharmed. Thank goodness. At least none of us were injured.

"Quinny, are you alright?" Grayson quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and immediately did the same for me.

I nodded to reassure him. "I'm not hurt. But I'm worried about whose car that hit."

Grayson turned around because our car had flipped over. His eyes widened.

"Oh shit!"

Hearing that, I looked back too. It wasn't Grayson's parents' car. It was ...