I was laying flat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's been three days, and I'm really missing my dad. And home. I mean, sure, the guys are okay. Besides Logan who wants to kill me, and Peyton who WON'T stop checking my ass out every few seconds.
I've punched him three times since I've been here. And the worst part, Wes hasn't spoken to me since the first night I got here! It sucks!
"Yo, Gracie! We're going to a club, and you HAVE to come!" I heard Peyton call up to me. I let out a huge sigh. I didn't NOT feel like going out tonight. I just want to curl up with a blanket and watch a movie.
"I don't feel like it! You guys go ahead without me!" I replied, yelling slightly. I heard an annoyed Peyton murmur something, and then footsteps trudging up the stairs. I quickly got up, expecting Peyton to knock on the door.
I was right.
There came a loud pounding at the door, and I slowly answered it. "Look Peyton I really don't want to---HEY!" I exclaimed, as he flung me over his shoulder.
"You're going out tonight! You've been up in your room for 3 days! It's time to come down and have some fun. We're all going out. So you have to as well." He stated, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Even Wes?" I questioned, and he nodded his head.
"Yep. I made him. He's such a baby. God, he never leaves his room. Makes you wonder what he does all day up there." He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him. "We're going to a club, and you have to come." He ordered, and I sighed.
Fine. I give up!
"Okay, but I need to change into something else!" I exclaimed, once he set me down on my feet in the kitchen. I spotted Logan at the table, reading some magazine. Pff, probably PlayBoy! He looked up at me for a moment, his stare full of complete hatred. "Nice to see you again too Logan." I said with a peppy smile. He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine.
"Alright! Get up there and change into something hot!" Peyton ordered, as he pushed me up the stairs. I stumbled up, and walked back towards my bedroom. I stopped in front of Wes' door, and was tempted to knock. I thought better of it, and walked straight towards my room.
I headed to the closet, debating on what to wear. Well, I should at least try and enjoy myself while I'm here. I picked out a cute little dress to wear. Maybe I can get Wes' attention this way!
It was a REALLY cute plaid dress that went just above my knee. It fit me perfectly. I slipped it on, along with a pair of black pumps. I must say, I looked damn good! I'm sure to get Wes' attention now!
I headed back down the stairs, and heard the guys' voices. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, all three of their heads popped up and looked at me. I swear all their jaws-dropped, no joke!
Peyton looked like he was getting, erm--excited to put it nicely. Logan just looked shocked. And Wes...Wes stared at me, not my body, my boobs, or my ass. But ME.
A smile crept across his lips. I smiled back.
"Ready to go boys?" I asked, and in the blink of an eye Peyton was right in front of me. "Whoa, you move quick." I stated, and he grinned.
"Damn Gracie, you look HOT!" He exclaimed, and I smiled. "Alright guys, let's get out of here! I need to party!" He said enthusiastically, as he grabbed onto my arm and locked ours. "You can walk with me babe." He told me, and I rolled my eyes but did so.
I glanced back at Wes, and he was still staring at me. I blushed, and we all headed outside towards their car. I was surprised to see a black Mercedes parked in the front. Peyton slid into the drivers seat. "You can sit next to me sexy." He stated with a grin.
