Avery P.O.V.

A week later, after that night, when the last time the guys came to my room... I slam my locker. I groan under my breath. That I can't believe the dance is tomorrow night. I still have yet to get my dress. I am curious if I want to go. I don't have a date and the dates I want to take me. They already have dates and don't want me by their side when they get tall, beautiful model-like girls. I sigh, thinking about the last time I was with them alone, that it was them and ...