It's Sunday. I've been holed up in Brandon's house for the weekend. When I woke up on Saturday morning, I grabbed my car keys and left. I should have said something, but I didn't. I just left.

I don't know what to think about Colton. I thought he was a total dick who couldn't keep it in his pants, but I don't know now. Alex said that Colton always acts out around this time of the year.

Whatever. It still doesn't change that he cheated on me. I've been thinking about him and Alex and his dad for most of the weekend.

I grab my purse and walk out to my car. Prom's rolling around and I should get a dress. Plus, mindless shopping should clear my head. I don't really know why I'm going to prom. I'm not going with Colton and I don't know about Bryce.

It was easier when Colton was a dick for seemingly no reason. But now he has a reason and things aren't as simple. "Fuck," I mutter as I pull into the parking lot. I find a spot and then grab my purse. I wander through the mall before walking into a fancy dress store.

I browse the dresses. There's a lot of raging teenage girl hormones. A few I recognize from school. "Jesus," I mutter. I see the girl Colton fucked, Madison. Before she can spot me I duck into the Mens section.

"What the fuck? Christ, what is this?" I hear someone say, followed by a crash. I look around and then walk over to where the crash was. "I didn't touch shit!" The guys yells. He turns around. "Oh, hey, Andy. What's up?" Greyson says. I smirk.

"Nothin'. What about you?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I need a suit for Prom," he says. I raise my eyebrows. "What? I heard Christian say that she thinks guys in suits are hot. Of course that's all that fucking Trevor ever wears."

"Yeah. I need a dress but I can't deal with all of the bitches in there," I say. Greyson nods.

"If you help me pick out a suit, I'll help you find a dress," he says.

"Deal." We grin at each other. "So, what are you thinking?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"I dunno. Whatever you think." He thinks about it for a second. "But no fucking bowties or ties." I laugh.

"Got it," I say. I look around, trying to find something that looks like Greyson.

"Anything new with you?" he asks.

"Uh...it's kind of a long story. You wanna hear it?" I say. Greyson nods. "So you know how Colton's been a dick, right? It turns out that his father died four years ago. His anniversary was Friday. So, Colton's mom called me because Colton broke down and was destroying shit. I held him well he cried and then I spent the night."

"And?" Greyson asks as I flip through suits.

"And I fucking ran in the morning," I say. I grab navy dress pants and a matching suit jacket. I walk over to dress shirts and pick out a white one. "Try this stuff," I say. We walk back to the fitting rooms.

"You can wait outside," he says. I look at him. "No one's gonna care." I shrug and he walks into a sitting room. I lean on the door.

"It doesn't change that he cheated on me," I say.

"Maybe. It doesn't make what he did any less wrong, but it's making you rethink things," Greyson says.

"I don't know," I tell him. I honestly don't know. I hear rustling.

"What about you and Blondie?"

"Oh, fuck. I really like Bryce...but I almost feel guilty, you know? I had amazing sex with him while Colton was grieving and I don't know how I feel about Colton," I tell Greyson.

Greyson walks out. "How do I look?" he asks.

"Hot," I say smirking. He does look hot. The navy offsets his dark gold eyes, the white makes his dark brown hair look striking.

"You ran away from Colton. Maybe that should tell you something," Greyson says. He looks at himself in the mirror.

I nod. "Do you have tan dress shoes?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Change back into your regular clothes and then we can find you some."

He walks out a couple of minutes later Greyson's paying for his suit and shoes. Once he's done, we walk over to the Women's side. It's more chaotic than when I first came. Greyson and I push through people.

"What size are you?" Greyson asks.

"Eight. I don't want a beauty pageant dress," I say. He nods and gets swallowed up by the racks of dresses. I look through lots of racks but don't find anything. Greyson taps my shoulder and I spin around.

"I found a dress. I had to fight some mom for it." I smirk and walk to the fitting rooms. I have to wait in line for a while before there's an available fitting room. The attendant stops Greyson from coming with me. I set my purse down in the fitting room and kick off my shoes. I take off my jeans and shirt and then slip on the dress.

It's beautiful.

It's a dark navy with a halter top front that connects to the sides of the open back. It clenches at the waist and flows elegantly down to three inches above my ankles. I open the door to go to show Greyson, but he's already by the mirrors.

"What do you think?" I ask.

"You're totally gonna get laid, either by Roid Rage or Blondie," he says, smirking. I smile.

"I'm gonna go change," I tell him. He nods and fifteen minutes later we're walking out of the store, both with our outfits for prom. I bought a pair of strappy, silver stiletto heels to go with my dress.

"I can't wait to get back to the frat house," I say as we're walking to the parking lot. Greyson raises his eyebrows.

"Don't you live with your parents?" he asks. I shake my head.

"I caught my mom in bed with my dad's best friend and I haven't been home since. I'm crashing with some friends that are like brothers. They're great and I love them, but they're pigs," I explain.

"How old are they?" Greyson asks.

"Twenty-six or twenty-seven," I say. Greyson frowns.

"You can stay with us. We have an extra bedroom," he offers. I smile.

"I might take you up on that later." We get to my car. "See you around," I say.

"Bye," Greyson says.