Now or Never

lot. Not hearing from him was driving her completely insane. She was an addict, and Derrick was her drug of choice. It was as if she was going through withdrawals with no word from him.
    Pathetic.
    She thought for sure after the incident with Josh that they had passed some invisible barrier—obviously not—if anything, he pulled away more. She was so confused by her feelings for him. She felt like a complete fool for thinking it could be something more. He was constantly on her mind, and she ached to see him again. However, the logical part of her mind screamed at her to not get too deeply involved. Not that he was even giving her a chance to anyway. Nothing was going to come out of this relationship besides heartache. She just hadn’t realized it would be her own.
    Falsely, she’d thought they would make their sexual outings daily or at least every other day, but no, not as much as a phone call or a text. What the hell? She’d obviously read him completely wrong. When they walked to the door together, hand in hand, and he kissed her good-bye she felt like there had been more than just a sexual connection. She was even willing to toss aside her no relationship rule to give him a chance. A fool, that’s what she was.
    The door swung open and Luna breezed through without knocking, as usual. The door banged loudly behind her. She looked hot, nothing new there. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders in soft curls, and her make-up was perfectly applied. The deep plumb colored shirt she was wearing was low cut and form fitting accenting her curves. Grayson looked down at her own T-shirt and sweat pants. Her hair was pulled in a pony tail without a lick of make-up on. Sometimes she wished she was more into fashion like her sister, but it really didn’t appeal to her. She would take comfort over style any day.
    “Why aren’t you dressed?” She demanded in a huff.
    “I forgot you were coming over,” Grayson sighed and stood up. She really didn’t want to go out, but she knew it would be stupid of her to stay home and pine over a guy whom she told that she didn’t want a relationship with. He certainly wasn’t going out of his way to see her. The thought made her feel hollow inside. Obviously, she completely misread his feelings.
    Such a fool , she kept thinking to herself.
    “Where are we going this time?”
    “Back to The Trap baby sister. We need some fresh blood.”
    “You need help.” Grayson rolled her eyes.
    “And you need to let your hair down and have a little fun.”
    “Yeah. Yeah. Give me a minute.” Grayson made her way down the hallway. Maybe she would run into Derrick again. She grabbed her phone and checked it for messages, but there was nothing. She hated herself, but she caved.
    Hey, we’re going to The Trap. Want to meet up?
    She set the phone down and got dressed. A couple of minutes later it dinged. She caught herself bolting faster than she thought possible to get her phone to see his reply.
    Sorry. Got plans, and I don’t hang out at that place anyway.
    Of course he had plans, probably a date.
    K. Well have fun.
    You too, Grayson. Be safe.
    What had she expected? For him to jump at the chance to meet up with her? She was the one that set the ground rules. No dating, no exclusivity. He’d probably already grown bored with her and moved on. She went from being called Gray, back to being called Grayson. She was sure that he saw too much baggage to deal with. She quite honestly couldn’t blame him.
    Grayson decided to take a bit more care in her appearance this time. She applied a hint of blush and lip gloss, and let her hair down. She settled on a form-fitting pale blue sweater and her favorite pair of faded jeans.
    ***
    Grayson’s head throbbed, and the room spun in circles around her when she tried to sit up. Oh no . What had she done now? She laid her head back on the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut willing her head to stop pounding. No, such luck.
    Hesitantly, she turned to the side and opened one eye expecting to see a stranger in bed beside her. Relief washed over her when she realized she was at her mother’s in the spare room with the ugly quilt. Alone. However, she had no recollection of getting there. That was a bit of a problem. Glancing down she realized she was only wearing her bra and panties.
    Shit. Think, damn it! Grayson pinched the bridge of her nose. She really couldn’t recall anything at all.
    Slowly, she tossed the covers off her and swung one leg off the