Threats From Greyson

I fell asleep on the bed an hour later. Luke had already gone to get "linner". Lunch and Dinner. Or just a really late lunch.

I spread my arms across the bed. My phone binged.

Wear something dressy. Luke texted me.

I grinned. Just as I was about to rummage through the things my mom had picked out, my phone buzzed repetitively.

Greyson. In fact, he had called me about four times already.

"Yes?" I pick up the phone.

"Thank God," he yelled, "I was about to call the police."

"What do you want," I grunt.

"Ok sassy pants," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, I would probably have soap in my mouth if he was here.

"Do you really have to ask," Greyson moaned.

"I am not having sex with you," I whine, "your lucky I had a tampon in that one time."

"Oh please, like it counted." He whined back.

"You raped me!"

"I'm sorry, Pooh bear," he apologized.

"Lair," I cried.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Like it's any of your business," I hid.

"I'm your boyfriend," he demanded, "are you hiding something."

"Please," I said coldly, "don't call back."

I ended the call and skipped over to my luggage. I stopped at one black dress.

It was one of those crisscross dresses with a hole where the stomach is. The bottom of it has two "slits" to reveal the leg. I put it on, and I immediately loved it. I got a white clutch bag to match with the dress.