Chapter 50 I had successfully moved into Dean's penthouse. Chris helped us to move and unpack the boxes and he made sure we agree on hanging out at least twice a week. I had been living with Dean for about a week now and I had to admit, it was pretty fucking awesome. Although sometimes I forget that I now live with him and drive all the way to Chris' apartment only to remember that I no longer live there. That occurred twice this week. Living with Dean Jason Ryan in his glorious penthouse was better than I had imagined. He looks after me any chance he gets, always making sure I'm comfortable. Plus, me and Dean in one house equals goofy events and staying up late. But not too late. My baby

 Chapter 52A month had passed since the whole Tyler incident. It took a lot in me to forgive Dean for the way he reacted and the mess that followed right after, but I did. I sincerely did. Tyler hadn't bothered me since then, he hadn't tried to reach out to me or communicate with me in any way, and that, I was happy about.The thought of Dean's mother totally despising me still bothered my thoughts every once in a while, but I had learned to live with it. Dean kept telling me not to let it bother me and I have tried to.We had a less than a week to go before we head back home for spring break and I couldn't have been happier because Stanford University was set out to end my fucking life! I barely had time for myself or anyone because I was too buried in school work to think about anything else because believe it or not, my education means everything to me. I personally beli

 Chapter 54"Grace, where are you?!" I heard my mother shout from the entryway. "We're all ready to go."Saturday had rolled by fast and so had Stanley and Karen's charity function. I walked out of the kitchen and into the entryway to see my father, mother and little brother dressed up formally and they all looked really good. My mother was dressed in a white off-the-shoulder pencil dress. Her hair was packed up in a neat ponytail and the makeup highlighted on her face was absolutely gorgeous, she had a black clutch in hand to match her black stilettos. My father and brother on the other hand were both dressed in matching tuxedos."Aww," I smiled at them. "You guys look soooo good."They all shared confused looks."Gracie, why aren't you ready yet?" My mother asked.I had gotten my makeup and hair done but I was still putting on a bathrobe and flip

Chapter 56I moved at such a fast pace, making it almost impossible for him to catch up with me. Immediately the elevator which I had hurriedly entered dinged open to the last floor, I bolted out of it and ran out of the building. Tears clouded my vision as I descended the stairs, hurrying to my car."Grace!" I heard my father shout behind me but I continued to move. "For the love of God, wait!"I pressed on the unlock censor of my car keys. The headlights of my car flashed two times and I wasted no time in pulling the car door open and hopping in the driver's seat. I could see my father running down the stairs through the corner of my eye when I inserted the key into the ignition and drove away.So many thoughts sped through my mind as I drove back home that morning. My breaths came out shaky and unsteady as memories of what had happened replayed in my head. I wished I had

Chapter 58{ D E A N } It had been two months since the passing of Mr Lucas Anderson. Two months of watching my girlfriend desperately try to live through the pain and failing at it. Two months of always trying to make sure she was okay or her mood wasn't so bad. Two months of trying to act strong for her. Deep down, the death of Mr Anderson had hurt me more than I thought it would and watching Grace have to deal with everything made it all worse.Watching her blame herself for what had happened to her father reminded me a lot of myself when Charlie had died. I knew how it felt. I knew how it felt to wallow in self-guilt to the point you where began to hate yourself. I knew what that could do to you and I didn't want Grace to have to go through that.The first four weeks had my heart crumbling actually. She was always zoning out, always overthinking, always seemed distant and uninterested in everything that was happening around her. I guess that was her method of dealing with the pain