Bex's POV

Then it's a chilly weekend morning, when I wake up seeing Cammie, Macey and Liz at the foot of my bed glowering and staring anxiously. I am having the slightest feeling Liz and Macey now know, too. Macey crosses her arms across her chest. And Liz stares at me wide eyed. I blinked a couple a time but they were still there. I got quickly got out of bed and asked frustrated.

"What?"

"We're waiting." Macey dared. Liz demands "Explain."

Now it becomes my turn to stare at them. Because if they already know what do I have to explain. "You already know."

"But why?" wailed Liz. Suddenly Cam says "You owe us an explanation."

"'Why' what?" I try not to yell because I feel so stupid right now. "What did I do that was so wrong?"

"When did you start going out?" Cammie asks. Before I analyzed this the wrong way Liz jumped in. "By 'out' we mean out of Gallagher Academy."

"Not that we would mind if you moved on, of course." Macey says, trying to act nonchalant. Cammie and Liz braced themselves for I do not know what. But I started laughing for the exact opposite reason. Apparently she did not know everything after all, neither of them. Cammie did not seem to give her all the details. Still, Grant and I were never boyfriend and girlfriend so therefore we couldn't break up and from there; there is nothing to get over.

"Doesn't 'moving on' require something to get over? How can I 'move on' if nothing is official?" I asked still cracking up. "We are just friend. Bloody hell, three conversations don't really start a friendship, more like acquaintance."

"We still wouldn't mind though." Liz says to lighten the mood.

"Neither would I. Cause nothing ever happened." After that they left for breakfast but I stay behind with tears streaming from my eyes. I crawled back in bed look for a way to die.

Shared Dream Bex and Grant

Stars shine in the sky like millions of tiny fireflies in the night sky. The grass feels cool on my skin. When I sat up miles and miles of valley surrounded me. Then I look back up and saw the outline of his face in the stars. Suddenly I felt a familiar warmth wrap me. Then whisper in my ear. 'Bex.' I swished my head to my side. Grant was here next to me. I don't ponder on how he got here. But on what is he going to do?

"Grant? What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I had to see you before you left, Bex." He smiled and slipped his hand into mine.

"Before I leave?" I ask but I ignore my own question. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Well here's a preview." He let go of my hand and pushes himself on top of me and kissed me. He ran his hands through my hair. Without meaning to a moan escapes my lips. "The rest I could do is…" Grant does not demonstrate but just tells me. "I'd do it all but your time is up." He kissed me one last time. I start disappearing little by little until I turn into a haze and get blown away.

Grant's POV

'My heart's a stereo it beats for you so listen close." The radio's singing wakes me up. I blast of coldness blankets me and my wound doesn't hurt as much anymore but I still feel a sharp pain. Remembering what I said about slow and painful death, I was not that far off. I could be part psychic. Then I realize that I am in a hospital room. The doctors left the chart on the edge of the bed. I grab it and see that I had come out of surgery recently. Then Jezebel pops up from her chair. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." She remarks relieved, a mischievous gleam grows in her eyes. "Good. Who is Bex? Girlfriend,"

I'm smart enough to know that I talk in my sleep. So I don't bother to ask how she knows. I just raise my eyebrow and give it some thought. Is she my girlfriend? No, we are not. But in a way we are or could have been. I probably just ruined that chance.

"In a way," I tell her.

"For the record I heard some of the things you said, Potty Mouth." She attempts to insult but failed epically. I chuckle proudly and told her "Like you have said things from time to time."

"No, I have never said words like that to Dillon" She lied. She could have answered truthfully but… And also gave out too much information and the kind I did not care about. "You got 2 weeks off of work."

"One week and I work tomorrow." I negotiate. "I made plans for you."

"You need your rest; one week and a half. Period." She orders. And interestedly asks "What plans?"

"You won't like them." I'm yanking the cables and get dress in the bathroom. AFTER, I am done with the paying the bills and stuff I order. "Follow me."

"I don't like that look." She says regretfully.

Fifteen Minutes Later

We travel out the hospital and go to find my car. We are at the hospital's parking lot. When I pop open the trunk and open a bag of clothes that one of the disguised artist in the MI6 to picked out specifically for Jezebel.

"You are going to a honeypot." I tell her as I thrust her a bag with her clothes. "At that bar Leo's tomorrow at seven." And brace myself for either the yelling or slap I knew Jezebel was going to give me.

"I know the place." She pulls out the skanky green dress. "Funny. Jezebel Greene the whore in a green dress. Jezebel is synonymous to whore. You are kidding?" She laughs but not lightly. I shake my head I laugh at her expression when I tell her I am serious.