A/N: There's officially two chapters left for this story! It's close to coming to an end guys… but not just yet, more happens within this chapter and the last two, just saying, so I hope you guys fasten your seat belts and enjoy the last parts of this story. (:

Charcoal Grey symbolizes depression and scattered thoughts.

It was just three days before Prom and Dawn still hasn't found a dress.

May sighed as she searched for a dress. She wanted something nice and pretty, but not something so wild since she wasn't a senior, she was a junior just like Dawn.

Dawn was looking at the dresses, but her mind was elsewhere as May continued to look for dresses.

Dawn had been more focused on Paul lately. It was only three days till Prom and her and Paul still hasn't made up. What he did hurt her completely and she wasn't sure if she wanted to forgive him. What he said to her, what he did to her, it all just hurt her really, really bad and she wasn't sure if he even deserved to be forgiven, especially after all the damage he's done.

"How do you like this one?" May picked up a dress and straightened it out to show Dawn.

Dawn just stared at it, her mind going back to Paul. May waited for her friend to say something, but when she noticed she was a bit spaced out, she sighed. "Dawn?" she called out.

Dawn blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "What?"

May sighed and held the dress in her arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she lied, turning to look at the dresses. She tried her best to focus on finding a dress, but her mind kept going back to Paul and she hated it.

"What's wrong, Dawn?" May frowned, knowing her best friend rather well.

Dawn sighed, keeping her eyes on the dresses in front of her. "Paul and I broke up."

"I've noticed." May pointed out, remembering the other day.

"Well… I sort of broke up with him because I needed space and all… He doesn't really trust me, you know? So I called it off, just for a bit. But then… he started acting weird and started being an asshole. He started having sex with that Giselle girl and it just really hurt me because he always accused my loyalty and look what he's doing. He's busy having sex with another girl." She pointed out. She could feel tears forming in her eyes again but she blinked them back. Dawn was so tired of crying over him. She was sure that her eyes looked swollen for days.

"So that explains why you told him to ask her to Prom." May frowned, hugging her best friend.

Dawn acknowledged the hug and pulled back. "I really want to go to Prom with him though…'

May furrowed her eyebrows together, not liking the sound of that. "After what he did to you? Hell no. You can go with me, Dawn, forget Paul."

"But you're going with Drew." She pointed out.

May shook her head. "Drew isn't a senior, so he can go with his friends. Obviously you need a friend Dawn and I don't mind taking you."

Dawn smiled lightly at that comment.

"Besides, Paul doesn't deserve to go with you, especially after what he did."

"Thanks May,"

Giselle smiled as she walked into the bar, taking a seat in her usual stool as she waited for one of the bartenders to take her order.

Lately, she has been finally relaxing herself. She had her hair pulled into a pony tail and this time she was dressed more appropriately. She had on a white t-shirt with black shorts on and black and white converse. Ever since Ash came into her life, she found herself falling back to her old self and she really liked it.

One of the bartenders, Aaron, stopped in front of her, a bit surprised with how she looked that night. "Damn, you look different," he pointed out.

She blushed lightly. "Yeah, I've decided to dress how I used to," she smiled.

"Well, you look good." He smiled, eyeing her. She used to make out with Aaron every time he got her a drink, but this time things were going to change.

"So what drink do you want babe?" He questioned.

She smirked lightly at that comment. "The same as always," she told him.

Aaron smirked back at her and went to get her a drink.

Giselle watched as he fixed her a drink and suddenly she felt a presence beside her, taking a seat next to her. Before she even looked at who was beside her, Aaron stopped in front of her and handed her her drink.

She took the glass in hand and began to twirl the straw around her drink.

"So, are you going to give me a reward like you always do?" He smiled, watching as she twirled her straw around her drink.

Giselle chuckled lightly at that comment, looking down at her drink. "Those days are over, Aaron." She pointed out, looking at him.

He raised his eyebrows, a bit shocked. "Really?"

She nodded briefly. "It was fun while it lasted, but… you should go back to bartending. Wouldn't want to jeopardize your job."

The person beside her scoffed at that comment. "Let me get a shot of henny."

That voice…

Giselle felt her eyebrows furrow together. That voice. That voice sounded way too familiar for her liking.

It almost sounded like…

She slowly turned her head to the person beside her and she nearly felt her heart drop at the sight of who it was.

Silas.

He handed his money over to the bartender and Aaron took it.

Her heart began to beat fast when she saw him right beside her. It had been such a long time since she last seen him and she had no idea that she would ever see his face again.

Aaron left to go fix him a drink and Silas smirked, feeling her eyes on him. "It's nice to see you again," he smirked, now turning his head to look at her.

His blue eyes burned into hers and she felt a chill run down her spine. He still looked the same, with his long navy blue hair and piercing blue eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered sharply.

Silas smiled at her charmingly, that smile he always did when they used to be together. "I just came for a drink," he told her calmly, now taking a moment to check her out.

Her eyes hardened on him when she noticed he had been looking at her up and down. He didn't deserve to have the pleasure of checking her out, especially with what he had done to her.

"You still look good," he mumbled, looking at her in the eyes again. He flashed her another smile. "You look even better than before."

"Fuck you," she said angrily.

Silas' attention turned to the bartender. Aaron handed Silas his drink. Silas nodded at the bartender and turned to look at Giselle again, laughing at the fact that she was still mad at him.

"You're still mad at me?" he laughed, bringing his glass up to his lips.

"Mad?" Giselle laughed. "I fucking hate you."

"No you don't," he told her, taking a large sip of his henny before placing the glass back down on the counter. "You used to love me, remember?"

"You're so full of shit," she shook her head, the bad memories of him coming back to her.

"Come on, I thought you'd be over it."

"Over it? I'm not fucking over it. You ruined my fucking life Silas. You made everyone turn against me." She raised her voice.

"You brought that on yourself when you took those pictures," he pointed out, bringing the drink back up to his lips.

Angrily, Giselle slapped the drink out of his hands, watching as the glass tipped over the counter and fell to the floor. She listened as the glass shattered.

"You fucking bitch, I paid for that!" he yelled, now getting upset.

"I don't give a fuck," she snapped.

Silas shook his head, forcing a laugh out of him. "It's funny how you're pissed at me when you're the one who decided to even take those pictures,"

"Yeah because your punk ass was so fucking horny for pictures!"

"I didn't force you to take them," he laughed, a bit amused with her reaction.

"Yes you did!"

"No, I didn't. That was all you. You're the one who decided to take those pictures. You're the one who decided to send them to me. It's not my fault that you decided to take them and send them to me of all people." He laughed, causing her to get even more upset. "You should learn how to stop putting trust into people then maybe shit like that wouldn't have happened to you."

Giselle didn't think. She grabbed her full drink and tossed the alcohol that was inside her drink and splashed it all over his face. She listened as Silas now got even ten times more upset, but before he could even do anything about it, she grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed his face into the counter.

She gained attention from a few people, but she didn't care. Finally, she brought the empty glass over his head and slammed it down, watching as it shattered on the back of his head, leaving him there unconscious.

Giselle didn't care about the attention she had gained. "FUCK YOU!" She screamed in venom.

Shaking her head, she left out of the bar in anger, not caring about the damage she had done to Silas. His ass deserved it.

He didn't know why he asked for a gun, but he felt that he needed it.

Paul remembered Trip saying he wouldn't sell it to him just because he wasn't putting it on sale. Paul had no other choice but to come to Trip's small tobacco store while it wasn't open.

Paul really needed that gun and he was going to get it one way or another.

He pulled on his ski mask over his head, careful not to be recognized. He knew that if he broke inside the store without some type of disguise, that he would instantly be recognized by one of the stores cameras and he wasn't risking the chances of being caught.

Paul held a baseball bat tightly in his hands and slammed it into the glass door, causing the glass to shatter all over the floor. He took a moment to look around, making sure there was no person nearby.

He now walked inside the store, stepping on the glass pieces that was currently all over the front entrance.

He took his phone out and put on the flash, now shinning the light on everything.

Paul knew exactly where Trip hid the gun at, he always hid it in between the small bongs that was right by the cash register. The cash register was just on top of the glass counter which consisted of lots of bongs and a variety of weed bowls inside.

Carefully, he brought the baseball up to the glass and immediately slammed it against the glass, breaking it completely, listening as the glass pieces shattered and the bang of the cash register falling onto the glass bongs and bowls. His eyes instantly fell on a black pistol and he picked it up, bringing it up to his face as he examined it carefully.

The pistol looked brand new, so he assumed it must have been loaded. Paul took a moment to check if there was bullets inside and he soon noticed there was more than enough.

Paul breathed into his ski mask, now becoming slightly irritated about how hot he was feeling with it on. He shook his head and placed the gun inside his pocket.

He was about to leave and go, but his eyes fell on the cash register and a thought soon passed in his head.

Paul stared at the machine for a moment longer and shook his head. It took him a minute to pop it open and he grabbed all of the money that was inside, shoving it all inside his pockets. After taking the money and the gun, Paul ran outside and quickly found his way back inside his car.

As soon as Giselle got inside her house, she slammed the door close in anger, tears filling in her eyes once more.

"Giselle, que paso?"

She let out a shaky breath of air as she slowly looked straight at the living room. She wasn't in the mood to put up with her mother, especially after facing Silas that night.

Giselle slowly walked into the living room only to see her drunk mother sitting on the couch, staring at her in anger.

"Nada, mami." She mumbled. She knew her mother was upset at the fact that she even slammed the front door, but really she didn't care, she was just so mad at the moment.

"Why are you slamming doors then?" Her mother demanded in a drunken tone. "You think you can go around slamming doors whenever you want? This is my house."

"Ay, whatever mami." She rolled her eyes, now walking towards her room.

"Esperarte!" Her mother yelled, causing her to stop and turn her head towards her mom again. "I'm fucking talking to you."

Giselle stared at her mother for a moment longer and folded her arms beneath her chest. "I slammed the door because I was mad. So what,"

"So what? You think you can do shit like that just because you're upset?"

Giselle shrugged, rolling her eyes once more. "Es mi casa tambien." She pointed out, unfolding her arms from underneath her chest. "Estoy cansado mami. Yo realmente no quiero hablar. Buenas noches."

She brushed past her mother and began to head for her room again, but her mother soon got upset again.

"Puñeta coño!" her mother cursed, getting upset. "I said I'm fucking talking to you!"

"What is there to talk about?" She whipped her head at her mother again. "I'm sorry for freaking slamming your precious door, pero I need some sleep. And I do not have time to be dealing with you when you're drunk anyway." She rolled her eyes again and began to stomp her way to her room.

She listened as her mother kept cursing to her in Spanish, but Giselle could really care less. She really wasn't in the mood to talk to her or talk to anyone in that matter. She just wanted to be alone and to herself, especially after coming across Silas that night.

Paul stared at his phone, calling Dawn one last time.

He called her at least seventeen times that night and he was hoping that she would pick up, but she never did and he was beginning to grow upset every time it went straight to her voicemail.

Paul shook his head again and pressed end, placing his phone in his lap.

He was absolutely frustrated and angry because she was ignoring him and he was starting to believe that she was never going to forgive him for what he did and it was killing him on the inside because he wanted her to forgive him. He wanted her to give him another chance. He knew he fucked up badly, but really nobody's perfect in this world.

Paul placed his hands on the wheel and stared hard out the front window of his car. He pressed his foot on the gas and began driving.

Lots of thoughts came rushing at his head all at once.

What if she never forgives him? What if she goes for Ash? He honestly wouldn't blame her if she did, especially with what he had done.

Paul frowned again, remembering when she told him to die. How could she say such a horrible thing like that to him? He knew he could be very coldhearted and careless at times, but he's still human and is able to feel pain just like any other human being.

As Paul was driving, he felt tears falling from his eyes and this was a shock to him. He never once cried at all, but now he felt like his whole world was shattering right there and there was nothing to stop it.

She told him to die. She said it like she wished it would happen and that was enough to break his heart.

Paul looked over at the passenger seat and stared at the gun lying on the seat. He stared at it for just a moment and then looked back over to the front window, continuing to drive.

If she really wanted him to die that much, then she shall get her wish tonight.

Giselle took another moment to look at herself in the mirror, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

She was just filled with a lot of emotions that night. Memories of Silas kept coming to her and she found herself breaking at any moment, but she refused to let herself break again.

The simple fact of seeing him tonight really made her so angry and so hurt at the same time. He ruined everything for her and she felt ashamed for even loving someone like him. He never deserved her love, especially after everything he did.

She watched as a tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly whipped it off. She just needed some sleep and hopefully he'll be off her mind by tomorrow.

Giselle licked her lips slowly and turned off the light from the bathroom.

As she walked out of the bathroom and into her room, she immediately flinched at the sight in front of her, seeing that Paul was sitting on her bed and staring off in space.

"Jesus," she breathed out nervously. "You scared me,"

"Sorry," he mumbled, still staring straight and not looking at her.

After regaining her composure, she slowly walked over to him, a bit curious about why he was even here and inside her room in the first place. "What are you doing here?" she wondered.

"Just wanted to see you…" he trailed off.

She stared at him, noticing he looked a bit off in the face. "Are you okay?"

He chuckled lightly at that comment, "I like to believe that I am,"

Giselle slowly closed her mouth shut.

"Life is so fucked up, you know." He continued, still staring straight ahead.

"I… couldn't agree with you more," she sighed, placing her hands on her hips. She raised her eyebrow at him, a bit curious about why he looked so stressed, she assumed it must have been Dawn. "Look, everything is going to be okay with you and Dawn."

"How do you know that?" he asked lowly, slowly turning to look at her.

"Because she loves you."

Paul shook his head, "If she loves me, then why did she tell me to die?"

Giselle raised her eyebrows as if in shock. "She told you that?"

Paul tore his eyes off of her and stared at the floor.

She frowned slightly. "She doesn't mean it, you know."

A silence slowly fell between them and Giselle let out a soft sigh, not knowing what to say to him.

"We should do it again," he mumbled.

She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion. "Do what?"

"Sex," he looked over at her as he said this. "Like what we have always been doing."

Her mouth fell open slightly at that comment. "… I don't think we should," she decided, looking down at her bed.

"Why not?" he asked her, a hint of attitude forming in his voice.

"Because it's wrong, Paul." She pointed out, looking at him again.

Paul chuckled at that comment. "You and I both have something and you know it."

"No, we don't." she denied, now taking a step back.

Paul quickly got up and walked up to her, she walked back every time he took a step closer to her. "Yes, we do." He told her. "You're lying to yourself if you really think that there's nothing going on between us."

"That's because there is nothing going on between us—"

"If there isn't, then how do you explain this?" Paul placed his hands at each side of her face and leaned in, quickly smashing his lips onto hers.

Giselle was taken aback and she felt him try and deepen the kiss, but she pulled back, not wanting this at all. "Paul, stop." She hissed, looking up at him.

"Why? You've wanted this for the longest." He smashed his lips onto hers again, causing her to pull away again, now feeling a bit attacked by him. She knew something was obviously off about him, especially now that he was forcing himself on her.

She brought her hand up to his lips, pulling back and looking up at him again, a concerned look on her face. "That was before. But this is now." She told him, gasping for air.

Paul shook his head and tried to kiss her again and Giselle instantly pushed him back again. "Paul, I care about you, I do, but I got feelings for Ash." She told him, really concerned about him now. "You're not thinking straight because you're hurt about Dawn and I get it, but you don't love me."

Paul stared at her, an obvious emotional look on his face along with an angry emotion.

"You love Dawn. You always loved her." She pointed out. "I'm sorry, but I am not going to do this. Not again."

He stared at her as she said those words, taking a moment to let those words sink in. Giselle stared into his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but she had no idea.

Paul turned around and sat back down on her bed, looking straight forward at the wall again.

She let out a shaky breath of air and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, looking at him.

Paul stared off at the wall in deep thought and he opened his mouth to speak. "Why did you offer to help me?"

Giselle blinked, a bit confused with his question. "What?"

"When you first met me… you wanted to help me with my relationship. Why did you offer to help?"

She stared at him for a brief moment and smiled lightly at that question. "Truth?"

He nodded.

"Well… I wanted a friend in my life." She admitted, causing him to look at her. "I didn't have anybody at the time. I was… all to myself. So when I noticed you were having problems with her, I used that as an advantage to make a friend out of you."

Paul raised his eyebrow, a bit amused. "You wanted me to be your friend?"

She nodded.

He laughed. "That's… really stupid," he laughed again, causing her to laugh as well.

"I know it sounds dumb, but I'm being honest, I really didn't have anybody." She laughed, smiling lightly. "Besides, if I never helped you, I would've never met Ash… I probably would've still been… a whore, you know." She frowned as she said those last words, now avoiding eye contact with Paul.

Paul stared at her, a bit curious about her. "What do you mean by you didn't have anybody?"

"I didn't have any friends," she pointed out.

"I get that, but… why?"

"You really don't know?"

Paul nodded his head and Giselle sighed.

"Well believe it or not, I was a good girl." She forced a smile. "I never dressed so wild and stuff like how I always do, I was always more simple, you know… well, I met someone, someone I thought I could trust, and I even fell in love with him, but he betrayed me." She slowly found herself reminiscing her past again, but she quickly tried her best to ignore it. "I sort of sent naked photos to him. Being the naïve girl that I was," she frowned again. "But I found out he had been cheating on me and you know, I got mad, but then he got mad and began to post those pictures online. Since those pictures been posted, I've been treated unfairly."

Paul stared at her as she continued, now understanding why she is the way she is.

"A lot of guys came onto me, girls harassed me from here and there. I got beat up plenty of times. But then there was this one day, I got tired of it and decided to dress all wild and stuff. I started acknowledging all these horny guys and doing whatever they liked." She took a moment to think about everything and she frowned again. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, but she blinked them back again. "I just thought 'why be in a relationship when all guys want is sex anyway?'" She shrugged, forcing out a laugh. "So I guess I started having sex with guys after that. And eventually I lost all of my friends." She looked back over at him and Paul sighed, a bit surprised to hear about that.

"I'm sorry that happened to you,"

"It's fine," She nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm kinda glad it did though,"

Paul raised his eyebrow, wondering why she was glad about something like that happening to her. "Why?"

"If my ex never did what he did, I never would've met Ash." She pointed out.

Paul stared at her, now understanding why she said that.

"It took me a while, but Ash really made me realize a lot." She continued, now smiling. "I'm starting to look like my old self again and I'm starting to feel like I'm a person, and not just some kind of toy."

"So Ash is really that special, huh?"

She noticed a sad look cross over his face and she frowned slightly, now taking a seat beside him. "Dawn loves you Paul," she assured him. "Ash is a really sweet guy and I understand why you're so intimidated by him, but Dawn really does love you, Paul."

Paul let those words sink in and he looked down, not sure of what to say to that.

"You need to stop feeling insecure with yourself and start looking at the reasons why she loves you so much."

Paul stared hard at the floor.

"So let me give you some advice," she placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to look at her. "You're Paul Sumpter." She told him, as if to click something into his head.

Paul just stared at her, trying to understand what she was telling him.

"Man the fuck up." She demanded. With that being said, she got up from the bed and walked over to her dresser.

Paul watched as she walked over to her dresser as he let those words click into his head. Slowly, a small smirk formed across his lips after listening to those words.

A/N: Next chapter, a lot of shit is going down. Just letting you guys know, but I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and let me know your thoughts in the reviews!