I mentally scream. "Screw him! Let's go." I say, tugging on Grayson's hand to stop him from staring after the guy.

"Do you think he knows we....?" Grayson starts to ask.

"There's no way. He's just a creep." I cut him off.

We walk silently up the steps and then he stops at the top. "Now where?"

I shrug. "Any empty room will do."

He pulls me into the closest one and closes the door behind him. "How's this?"

I nod. "Perfect."

"Good." He takes off his black suit jacket and lays it on the bed and then reaches for his mask next.

I take my mask off too, giving myself a second to cool down.

"So? Are we good here?" Grayson says shifting uncomfortably.

I walk quickly over to him and hit him on the shoulder. "What was that?"

"Okay, so we're not good." Grayson takes a deep breath.

I roll my eyes. "Why did you kiss me back?"

"Zeph, what kind of question is that?"

"The kind that is meant to be answered." I cross my arms.

He sits on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

I look at him in disbelief. "You didn't mean to kiss me?"

He shakes his head. "Not really."

"I kissed you first, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that."

He nods. "I know, it's all good."

"The whole time you knew I thought you were Grant?"

"I assumed."

I begin to pace. "Yet you kissed me back?"

He holds his head in his hands. "You tugged on my hair a little bit."

"What?"

He looks me in the eyes, his green eyes glimmering in the shadow lighting. "It's kind of my thing."

"Your...thing?" I hold his gaze.

"It's embarrassing and kind of girly, but I like when someone plays with my hair." He looks away.

I stop pacing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay, I know." He bites his lip and looks me up and down.

"Did you just check me out?"

He smirks. "I'm sorry."

"We've got to quit repeating ourselves. Just don't do it again."

He meets my eyes. "I won't."

"Okay, so we need a plan because this is very bad, like catastrophically bad."

"Let's just pretend it never happened or get him to do something equally as bad and then he won't care as much."

I glare at him. "No, we have to tell him and we're not manipulating him beforehand. We just need to talk about somethings first."

"Alright, talk to me." Grayson bites his lip and keeps staring at me.

"Did the kiss change anything between us for you?"

He looks surprised by my question. "It's a little different."

"Meaning what?" I pry, needing to know more.

"Like I know what it's like to kiss you now."

"How does that make you feel?"

He bites his lip. "Guilty."

I stare at his lips for a second. "So, you think being around me is going to make you feel guilty?"

"Yeah, because I'll be thinking about kissing you." He bites his lip again.

I march over to him and grab his lips. "Stop that!"

He looks up at me confused and tries to talk through his closed lips.

I release his lips. "Stop what?"

"Biting your lip."

"I'm sorry, habit."

"Yeah well, it's distracting!"

"Yeah well, so are you!" He sighs and throws himself back on the bed.

I throw my hands up in the air in defeat. "How am I being distracting?"

"Have you ever thought that you're really hott? Like has that ever even occurred to you?" He seems frustrated as he speaks.

I sit down. "If we keep doing this we're going to kiss. We can't do that."

He nods. "Neither of us want to hurt him. I already messed up big time."

"I started it. I don't know why I was so convinced you were Grant."

He looks upset, then smiles. "It was really foggy."

I start to feel bad for Grayson, he was a victim of circumstance just as much as I was. He would've never of kissed me under other conditions. I would've had no idea he'd even consider kissing me back until tonight, so if he's been feeling some type of way about me, he's been doing his absolute best to hide it.

"Are you okay?" I put my hand gently on his.

He sighs. "I don't know what I feel right now."

"Grayson, I'm going to be honest with you."

He looks up at me. "I think that's a good idea."

"You're beautiful, like insanely so. I would have never kissed you, but the kiss was nice."

He smiles wide. "Beautiful? Like Jacob off Twilight beautiful?"

I laugh. "Aren't you honored?"

"I mean, I guess, but who does that make you, Bella?"

I shake my head. "Nope, I always liked Rose more."

He grins. "I thought the kiss was really nice too."

"I'll tell Grant after the party, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sure once you explain all your confusion on who's-who everything will be good between you guys."

"Everything is going to be fine between all of us." I correct him.

Grayson looks hesitant. "Not unless I stop thinking about kissing you."

"You can't control your thoughts, just your actions."

Grayson looked like he was thinking. "This is totally off topic, but where's Prince?"

"Oh, Grant is having him stay with a friend that lives around here tonight, he said they grew up together."

He looks unsure. "He seems to be doing that a lot, like he and Prince just disappear. Isn't that weird to you?"

I take a moment to answer, stunned by his question. "I trust Grant, so I don't really think about it."

"Have you ever seen this friend?"

"No, Grant always goes alone."

"Doesn't that seem weird to you?"

I suddenly get very defensive. "What are you saying Grayson?! There's a lot of weird things about Grant that he won't even try to let me understand!"

Grayson spares me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to upset you, I just think it's weird."

I nod. "You don't have to keep apologizing to me, it's okay, it's just a sensitive topic at the moment."

Grayson places a hand on my back. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I think we should probably head back to the party before someone sees us and we don't have time for damage control."

"Okay, I'll see you around." Grayson holds the door open for me.

"Thank you." I try to fake a smile.

The alcohol is suddenly hitting me, and I sort of stumble down the stairs. I can't believe I'm such a lightweight that one glass of wine can make my legs a little wobbly. I hold onto the wall, so I don't hit into anything on my quest to find Grant. I follow Grant's voice down a hallway and stop and hide when I hear a woman's voice responding to him.

My mind is running a mile a minute, trying to decipher what I'm hearing. I move as close as possible without being seen. I probably shouldn't be eavesdropping on Grant's conversations, but with the way he's been acting lately, I don't have a lot of other options to figure things out with him.