Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Mess In A Dress

Skylar's P.O.V.

It's finally Friday and I couldn't be more thankful. This week has been one of the best and worst of my life.

Grayson stayed with me all night after what happened with my dad two days ago.

He kept me company and made jokes to lighten the mood. He let his cockiness slip away and showed me a side to him that I've never seen before.

He spent every minute with me until I fell asleep. Then when I woke up, he was still there, sleeping soundly.

We skipped school yesterday, and I took at least eight showers to get rid of the nasty feeling my father left on my formerly pure skin.

Surprising me, Axel, and Grayson, I was actually able to get over the 'almost rape' incident rather quickly.

I went through two days of thinking, bathing, hysterical crying, and acceptance.

I'm okay. And that's more than a lot of people can say when they return from things like that.

Gray drove me to school on his motorcycle again today, but this time I made him pull over to let me off before the show, not wanting to draw anymore attention to myself.

Once I arrive at school Grayson was at the doors waiting for me.

When he sees me, his eyes instantly light up. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the halls to my locker.

Well someone's excited to learn.

Once we make it to my locker, I open it and get out my books. Grayson instantly takes them from me and starts walking. What the hell?

I follow after him in the hall and soon, into a classroom. My classroom.

I raise an eyebrow at his strange behavior but let it go. Classes flew by and Grayson walked me to every room, carrying my stuff without argument.

By the time lunch comes, I'd had enough. What is wrong with him today?

I walk up to my usual seat at the bleachers and see Grayson there with Isaac and Spencer. No sign of Carter.

"Okay, this is bullshit. Just tell me what you want and go back to being an arrogant prick." I demand.

"Whatever do you mean?" He asks innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean, you've been nothing but nice to me all day. Not one sarcastic comment or rude remark. You clearly want something, so just tell me what it is."

"Ever think that maybe I'm just turning over a new leaf? That this is the new and improved Grayson?"

I cross my arms over my chest and tap my foot, becoming impatient.

"Okay, okay, fine. So there's this party tonight-"

"Nope. Absolutely not."

"Told you so." Spencer laughs out.

Issac groans and hands her a twenty dollar bill. I just shrug it off, it's not the first time my best friend bet on me.

"Why not? Please?" He begs, ignoring Spencer.

"Look, parties just aren't my scene." I shrug.

"What do you mean 'not your scene'?"

"Parties are for cool and popular kids. People like me just don't belong there."

"People like you?"

"Yes. Nerds, geeks, losers. Whatever you want to call us. If I showed up at a highschool party, the entire student body would destroy me."