Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Prom... Take Three

Grayson's P.O.V.

"Dude!"

"Gray!"

"Bro!"

"Shit." I mutter.

I reluctantly lift my face from the crook of Skylar's neck and turn to face the group of people speed-walking towards us.

I wrap one arm around her waist and tug her closer to me, knowing that I'll need the soothing presence of my girlfriend when I face them.

"Hey, guys..." I trail off, scratching the back of my head awkwardly with my free hand.

I glance from Carter, to Isaac, to Spencer, then finally to Axel.

"What the hell, dude? We saw what went down on the dance floor, then you just disappeared on us." Carter says.

He stops a few feet away from me with Spencer and Isaac, but Axel just walks right up to me.

I watch silently as my older brother pats a hand down on my shoulder twice before gripping it supportively.

"You okay?" He asks quietly.

He stares into my eyes seriously as he waits patiently for my answer.

"Where's Jenna?" I ask instead.

He narrows his eyes at me, knowing exactly what I'm trying to do, and not particularly liking it.

"I told her that she had to dance with her other friends for a few songs while I went to find my brother."

I nod slowly, suddenly finding small dents in the lockers or scratches on the walls more interesting than his eyes.

Or anyone else's, for that matter.

"Sorry that we didn't come talk to you about... whatever that was. People kept staring at us, so Sky dragged me out here."

"Are you okay?" Spencer repeats before Axel gets the chance.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, nodding all the while.

"Yeah." I breathe. "I think so. We all knew that I was drunk off my ass and wasn't really... there to say no or stop her. It's just strange to hear that word."

Axel gives my shoulder one more squeeze before letting me go. "Do you want to go home?"

I groan loudly. "Why does everyone have to keep asking me that? I'm here, aren't I? I drove here myself. If I wanted to leave, I would have just left by now."

Skylar lifts her palm to rest on top of the hand I have gripping onto her side, squeezing it lightly to calm me down.

"I'm sorry." I mutter. "I just wish they wouldn't have done it around everybody. Here, of all places, for God's sake. Everyone just wanted to have fun tonight, even Britney."

"You feel bad for Britney?" Isaac asks incredulously.

I start to nod my head in slow motions with pursed lips before finality just giving in and breathing out a long, 'no'.

"She was a bitch to Skylar, and to everyone else, and I'm glad she's gone, but doesn't prison seem a bit extreme to you guys?"

Spencer merely shrugs, looking far more relaxed than I feel at the moment. "I don't care where she is as long as it's not in my business. I would ship her off to Mars if I had the option."

Carter chuckles, flopping an arm over his girlfriend's shoulders. "I'm sure you would, babe, but she's not our issue, or Grayson's issue, anymore."