Don't get her wrong, she didn't blame either of the boys for her being afraid of a real relationship. After all, it wasn't like they were making her sleep with them. Actually, she didn't really blame anyone. She didn't really want a relationship right then, seemed like too much drama, too much work. Mostly what she was concerned with right now was school, she hardly even drank or partied anymore. Didn't stop her from acting drunk when she met up with Josh or Gabe, but that was mostly because she didn't want either to think she actually wanted to sleep with them. Or something like that. Okay, she was a girl, and she was allowed to be complicated.
Her phone was still ringing, and she was still staring at Gabe. Without thinking, she took a few steps towards the dresser and grabbed her phone, not even looking at the screen as she shut it up. On the ground she found her dress, finally, and sort of frowned at it. There was a little tear in the back, and she didn't even pick it up. He could throw it out, or maybe he wouldn't even see it and it'd get kicked under the dresser and live there forever.
He's smirking when she looks up at him, hearing him speak again. It took her a minute to swallow around the lump in her throat, but eventually she was able to talk. "No, of course not- um." She was lost for words, and picked her way back to the bed and leaned back on it, sitting on her knees. "I was cold." Pathetic excuse, they both knew she always tried to escape before he woke up. Having sex with someone was okay, waking up with someone wasn't.