Carter.

27.

Somehow Grayson convinced me to go to a party with him. Like a real party. Like a real high school party.

I'm not sure who he thinks I am but he must be confused. I mean we've been dating for over 5 months now but clearly he doesn't know who I am if he thinks a party is my scene.

The thing is... I'm going for him because I would do anything for him.

I've started to change my mind... if it came down to a choice, my mother or Gray.... I'm no longer sure what I would choose.

"Carter! I'm almost ready are you?" Emma screams to be heard over her music blasting while she gets ready for this party too. It's the first one of the new year since this week was our first week back in school after Christmas break. Nothing excited happened over the last month and half. I worked a lot and my mother seems to have met another guy or is probably still with Richard... which makes my skin crawl.

"I've been ready for an hour Em!" I call out while looking at my outfit one last time in he mirror. I wish I could explain how Grayson persuaded me to attend this party but I really don't know. It probably had something to do with the pouty look he gave me or the way he bit my bottom lip...

My mother went on trip this weekend. This is the first one over a weekend so it's the first weekend I've had off since it started. I assume she makes more money on weekends so it makes sense why she would always be here then. The men are always much worse on the weekends so I couldn't be more excited to have a brake.

Grayson was so excited about a weekend free. He has big plans apparently and it starts with this party and a weekend bag packed. He promised I'd be home in time for school on Monday but I wish we could just run away forever. Things aren't getting any better or worse at work or home but it's becoming harder and harder to lie to Gray. I mean I love that fucker and I don't want him to ever feel betrayed by me. I can't help but feel like he's never going to forgive me for lying to him about this whole thing. I mean who would?

My biggest concern for this weekend is my giant bruise on the inside of my thigh and the one under my armpit that I can't hide all too well. Grayson gets so upset about them still (I mean who can blame him?), I hide them the best I can. I would say I've hid about half of them from him. After the whole punch to my face, he checks me now like you check your dog for fleas.... so maybe he finds more than half of them.

"Grayson's car is here!" Emma squeals. She's probably more excited than Grayson is about me going to a party. I'm a little excited but I don't know... I'm pretty nervous too. This will be the first big social event I've attended basically ever. I only ever hung out with Gray and the boys or just Emma so the idea of a house full of my nameless classmate at school isn't ideal.

I head downstairs just as the front door swings opens. "No, y'all can come tomorrow afternoon. Because that's the deal. Tomorrow or not at all. That's what I thought. Bye." Grayson hangs up the phone as soon as his eyes meet mine. "How did I get so lucky?" My heart flutters as he pulls me into him by my waist.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one but okay." I manage to mumble before my lips are meet with his and my body is set on fire.

"Ewwww!! Y'all are gross! " Emma accompanies those lovely words with a gaging sound while I lean back to create some space between us in front of Emma. I'm not the most comfortable person in the world with PDA and Grayson most definitely is. I swear that boy can't keep his hand off me... not that I'm really complaining but in front of my sister is where I draw the line.