Avery P.O.V.

Week later after that night when the last time the guys came to my room....

I slam my locker. I groan under my breath. That I can't believe the dance is tomorrow night. I still didn't get my dress yet.

I don't know if I want to go. I don't have a date and the dates I want to take me. They already have dates, and they don't want me by their side when they get tall, beautiful model-like girls.

I sigh, thinking about the last time I was with them alone that it was them and me.

I wanted to keep going, but after I was done...