This story is so long overdue! It exists in the same time period as my other story "Naughty Girl" and is what happens after that night. You don't have to read that one to get this one, but it adds another layer to their relationship.

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The pounding in my head and overwhelming desire to puke woke me up the next morning. I barely made it to the bathroom before I emptied all my stomach's contents into the porcelain bowl. When I was finished, I got in the shower and washed off all the remnants of the party last night, trying my best to coax my stomach into not puking again.

I still couldn't believe I slept with a complete stranger last night! I've only had sex with one other person in my entire life and we were together for almost a year. I wasn't the type of girl to hook up with strangers, but something about Reid Garwin completely changed my mind. I'd been played by a boy from Spencer and hadn't even gone to a class yet. That had to be a new record or something.

"G, are you okay?" my Gram asked, cracking the bathroom door. "I thought I heard you coughing or something a second ago."

"It was nothing! I had something caught in my throat, but I'm all good now," I told her, wincing at the lie. "I'll be out in a second and down for breakfast."

"Okay, sweetie," she said before shutting the door and leaving me to wallow in self-pity.

I washed my hair and body, taking inventory of all the marks he left on my body. I had a bruise on my left hip that looked a lot like fingerprints and a bite mark on my left hip. I was beyond pissed when I got out and looked in the mirror to see a freakin' huge hickey on the side of my neck. That asshole left a monstrosity on me that was going to be a bitch to cover up.

Once the mark was totally covered up, I finished the rest of my makeup and hair before jogging downstairs to get breakfast. Gram was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. I made my way over to the stove and loaded my plate with food. I was going to miss her food more than anything while I was away. I don't know what did it, but Grandmas always made the best food in the entire world.

She and I have been together since I was nine years old. My dad was drunk and driving the car when it crashed and killed her. He got sent to jail and ruined my life with one mistake. I was really lucky Gram was there to take me or I would've ended up in foster care until I was eighteen.

"Thanks for breakfast and going with me to Spencer today," I said after I sat down with my plate.

"I'm always going to be there for you, button. You're my daughter," she told me, squeezing my hand lovingly. "I'm so proud that you worked hard and got into such a great school with a full scholarship."

She wasn't being an over-doting grandmother, I did work my ass off to get where I am. I spent more time in the library than any teenager ever should doing homework instead of going to parties with my friends. I did every extra credit option that was offered to me, even if I didn't need it. When I go the letter from Spencer about my scholarship, I cried out of pure happiness and relief that all my work had finally paid off.

"I'm proud of myself, Gram," I told her honestly. "I worked really hard to be where I am."

I continued to eat and talk with her until my plate was empty and my stomach as full. "How was the party last night? Did you make any new friends?"

I couldn't tell her that I met up with the biggest player in Spencer Academy history and became another notch on his belt. I especially couldn't tell her about all the obscene talk that transpired between the pair of us, I felt dirty just thinking about it in her presence. I didn't want to lie to her again, it was hard enough doing it this morning.

"Yeah, I met a guy named Reid. We got pretty close," I finally said, hoping she couldn't see the red on my cheeks or hear the nervousness in my voice.

"That's good, just don't stay out quite as late when you're there. Especially if you're going to wake up hungover," she said, kissing the side of my head. "I'm going to go freshen up and then we can head out."

I just stood there at the sink with my mouth gaping open in shock. Gram knowing I came in way past curfew was one thing, but her knowing I was hungover made me feel like shit. Then I realized it could've been a whole lot worse; she could've known how close Reid and I got last night...

I put on my shoes, grabbed my backpack, and headed out to my car. Gram was going to be following me because I needed my car on campus, but she didn't want me to go alone. It was a hassle, but Gram insisted and there was no way to tell her no. She was way too sweet and making her sad hurt too much to even think about much less do.

The pair of us drove down the highway with me leading the way. I was grateful I got to drive for one big reason: I got to pick the music. Gram hated the music I listened to, she wanted to jam to her oldies and it drove me insane. She liked old country music at very low volumes with no variation and the was the opposite of what I liked.

I had The Doors blaring through the speakers, tapping the beat out against the steering wheel. I lost myself in another world when I drove and the music helped. It was my escape, both of them, from the world around me. With my sunglasses on and my windows down, I didn't have a care in the world.

Cage the Elephant was playing when I pulled into the parking lot in front of my dorm. I was surprised by the lack of nerves twisting around in my stomach. I was convinced that being in a car with good music and sunshine did wonders on a body. I had a genuine smile on my face when I dug through my backpack for my ID so I could get into the building.

Gram and I met outside my trunk and grabbed a couple bags each. There were other people doing the same thing, but they all had their friends helping them instead of adults. I knew coming in it was going to be hard to find friends here because they'd all been together for at least three years and I was the new kid coming for a year. With that being said, I was still going to go here and get my diploma because it would look amazing on an application to Yale, the place I intended to spend the next four to five years.

As we walked to my room, I passed a couple of faces that I remembered from last night, but I couldn't put any names to the faces. I had an intense feeling of dread fill my stomach at the thought of seeing Reid again. The last thing I wanted was for the whole school to find out about our hookup, I didn't want to be the new girl and the slut all at once.

"206, here's your room, button," Gram said, stopping in front of a cracked door. "It looks like your roommate is already here."

I knocked on the door as I pushed it open, hoping she wasn't in a compromising position. That would be a hell of a way to meet someone for the first time. I let out the breath I'd been holding when I saw that she was just standing in front of her closet, shoving clothes into it everywhere she could.

I cleared my throat and made her look over at me. "Hi, I'm Grimm."

"Guinevere? That's cool, I like the nickname!" she said, pulling me into a hug. "I'm so glad you're here, I hated having to stay in this room all by myself last semester. It's way too big!"

My real name was Guinevere, but I used to have an obsession with Grim's Tales. Gram would have to read them to me before I would go to sleep when I was younger. Eventually it turned into my nickname and it was the only thing I answered to now. It was weird to be called by my birth name, I forgot that it wasn't actually Grimm most of the time.

"This is my Gram," I said when we took a step away from each other.

After we talked for a while, Gabby volunteered to come help us bring the rest of my stuff upstairs. As soon as we walked into the parking lot, my heart stopped beating. There was a black Hummer parked beside my Camry with two people sitting in the front seat. It was just my luck that one of those people was Reid Garwin. When we locked eyes, I felt my stomach hit the pavement under my high tops.

He was staring a hole straight through me, making a shiver course through my spine. His lips pulled up into a familiar smirk that made me clench my thighs without thinking. The boy literally oozed sex, which explained a whole lot, and made my body respond. I drank more whiskey than I should've and got flirted with by a very sexy boy and things happened.

"You look even better than last night, Grimmy," he said cockily, walking up to me with his hands in his pockets. "I didn't think that was possible."

"Stranger things have happened than you being wrong," I replied, trying to keep my voice from betraying my arousal. "Look, it's nice to see you again and everything, but I'm busy right now. I'm sure I'll see you around campus later."

I slammed the trunk shut and turned my back to him. I could feel Gabby's eyes on me the entire trip upstairs, but my Gram seemed oblivious. I knew it was just an act, the woman probably knew exactly what was happening. I just hoped she didn't know the details, it would be mortifying. My Gram needed to think I was still pure and innocent.

"I think this is where I leave you, button," Gram said after she'd sat my stuff on the floor by my bed. "I'll call you when I get home to make sure you're getting settled. Make new friends, take chances, and pass your classes. I love you to the moon and back, Grimm."

I hugged her tight and tried to keep my tears back. I was ready to be here by myself, but I hated letting her go without me. Since I'd been placed in her custody, I'd never gone more than a couple nights without her. Despite the pulling in my gut, I knew I had to do this -I had to be on my own.

Gram hugged me close and kissed my temple before she left the room, shutting the door behind her. I'm sure it was hard for Gabby to wait the whole five minutes she did to ask her questions. I barely knew the girl, but I knew she was a talkative person.

"How does Reid Garwin know your name? I've gone to school with the Sons for four years now and none of them know I exist, especially Reid," she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"Uhm, yeah, he and I met at a party last night," I told her as I busied myself with making my bed. "It's not a big deal, I swear."

I'd just met this girl, the last thing I needed was to tell her about fucking Reid the first time I met him. Something told me that wouldn't be the best first impression. I didn't want her to think I was going to be bringing random guys back to our room all the time. That was actually the opposite of what I would do while I was here. My studies had to come before everything, especially boys.

"I know we just met and you just moved in, but I want you to know that you can trust me. I want us to be friends," she told me. "But I'm not going to push you, I'm going to give you space and let you do what you want."

"Reid and I had sex last night," I told her, biting my bottom lip and praying she didn't think badly of me already. "I was tipsy and he's gorgeous."

"You fucked a Son?!" she shrieked, throwing herself over to me and knocking us both onto my bed. "You had sex with Reid Garwin and you just moved here? I am eternally jealous!"

"What's a 'Son'?" I asked, trying to take the focus off of me and my actions from last night.

"Oh trust me, you're going to see exactly what that means first hadn tonight at the bonfire," she explained, smirking at me. "Your secret is the safe with me, I won't say a word about your rendezvous with Reid last night."

"What bonfire?" I tried to not sound freaked out about seeing Reid again after our awkward encounter earlier.

"Every year there's a welcome back bonfire out at the Dells," she explained. "It's this thing that lets everyone get reacquainted and scope out the new gossip. It's actually pretty fun, once you get used to the assholes and drunk girls."

"I don't get to sit this out, do I?" I asked even though I already knew her answer.

She just smiled at me wickedly before going to look for an outfit in her stuffed full closet. I cursed colorfully under my breath as I started putting my clothes away. I figured I'd wear something cute but nothing too over the top, it was a bonfire after all. I dressed very revealing last night and didn't want people to think that was the only way I could dress myself. I actually never wore clothes like that, I just wanted to be a different person.

I ended up just wearing a t-shirt with a jacket, my favorite pairs of jeans, and high tops. I wanted to be chilled out this time, to talk with Gabby and make friends. I needed those in a school like Spencer, it was a shark tank and I was a guppy. At least I already had Gabby, that was more than I had when I was in public school.

"Don't worry about tonight, it's going to be about having fun. No pressure," Gabby said as I shimmied into my jeans. "Just a couple of girls catching up on the latest gossip and watching loser make even bigger losers of themselves."

I was re-curling my hair using the mirror on the wall as I replied to her. "So private school is basically just like public school except more money?"

"Exactly," she laughed, watching me do my hair. "You've got amazing hair! I wish I hadn't cut all of mine off! I'm just kidding, I was way too lazy to do all that to it."

Gabby's hair was cut off to her shoulders and swung around when she talked. I couldn't imagine her with long hair, it wouldn't fit her personality. She had huge green eyes and a smile that was really contagious. All in all, she was that girl that made everyone want to be her friend because she was so bubbly.

"I'm really glad that we're roommates, Gabby," I told her suddenly, cutting off whatever she was talking about.

Her smile told me that she felt the same way.

So the story is finally up! Please review and tell me what you think of it so far! Thank you a million times for reading.