"No," Grayson said, shaking his head. "Absolutely not."

I frowned, leaning against the hood of his car. "Come on. It will be fun."

"Cut me that crap, Poppy," Grayson said. "I am not going to a stupid Halloween dance at this school. I don't do costumes."

"Grayson, please?" I asked. "I don't want to go alone and we could enter to win the best couple costume."

Grayson stared at me for a bit before snorting. "I'm not going. Dances are stupid. Costumes are stupid."

"Please?" I asked again, stepping towards him and resting my hand on his chest. My other hand moved to the back of his neck, twirling my...