The party is just as packed as it was the night before, the person who shouts 'shots!' hasn't lost their voice, and Grey still stands before me, drunk and horny.

"Hey babe~"

I look him up and down, coming to the conclusion that he is definitely shitfaced.

"Hi Grey." I wasn't in the mood to flirt tonight.

"Aww, what's wrong..." his lips turn into a frown and his eyes actually show concern.

"You." I tell him, completely sober and deadpanned.

He gets giggly, "Funny joke, babe~"

I cross my arms, making a space between our bodies, "I'm not joking."

He tries to hug me and I back away, his face twists into concern, "Come on, babe..."

He walks towards me and I shake my head, "I'm not in the mood tonight, maybe next weekend..."

I throw my cup of water away, walking towards the front door.

Grey grabs my wrist, twisting me around, "Alex?"

I almost thought I saw tears forming before tugging my wrist away and leaving.

I wrap my arms around me as I rush to my car, tears forming in my eyes that I didn't dare release.