I wish I could run back to my apartment and sleep with my face pressed against my pillow. She is kinda right. I mean look at me... And look at him. We're like two different people who may never fit in. Maybe Gray's too much and truth be told I don't even know what I am to him. Maybe one of his few toys.

I couldn't stop thinking about her words. They were hurtful and insulting.

"Why did he choose to take you to the party ?"

I cross my arms and let her go through every dress on each hanger and mannequins.

"You're too cheap and not classy. Why...