Princesses and Football Players

Chapter Four

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I basically screamed at a drunken idiot who was trudging around this horrible party. I wanted to get out of here and it hadn't even been five minutes yet.

"Come on, Aubrey. Be a good sport. This happens at all the parties," Blair said, rolling his eyes. Ciara was smiling happily and saying hello to everyone.

I honestly think she'd be the only one to be able to become friends with a convicted felon. She's just that friendly.

"Ciara, stop saying hi to everyone. You're eventually going to run into a bad person, and then, BOOM! Name is plastered everywhere, people think you're involved in some sort of serial rape-and-kill case."

"Aubrey! That's a little unrealistic. And gross."

I shrugged. "It still could happen."

We walked along with Blair and Landon in front of us. I honestly felt quite safe with them by us, and I didn't want to be anywhere besides right here. They stopped to talk to a couple guys, and we kind of just stood there awkwardly and chatted to ourselves. As soon as they started walking off, we followed them. Yep, this is totally how I wanted to spend my Thursday night. I could be finishing a book right now!

"You know, you guys don't have to follow us like little dogs. You can go socialize," Blair said, smirking and ruffling his hair.

"There's a bunch of sketchy people here. And how are we supposed to get back to the dance camp if we don't know where you guys are?"

"You have a phone, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but-" Before I could finish my sentence, Landon took my phone and typed in some numbers, then handed it back to me.

"There. Now you have my number in case of emergency. Go have fun."

Wow. They were probably only getting rid of us because they wanted to get some girls. Yeah, I've seen cliche movies. I'm almost positive that's what they're doing.

"Well, I'm going to go get a drink," I said, walking towards what I hoped was the kitchen. Ciara nodded.

"I'll go and talk to some people!" She was way too overly excited, she was about to burst. I was really scared that she was going to get into some serious crap and end up in a ditch somewhere. So, I quickly walked into the kitchen and searched for a Sprite or some sort of non-alcoholic drink.

"Hey there, pretty lady," some guy said from behind me. I turned around to find a strawberry blonde-haired boy with green eyes.

"Hello," I said with a boring tone. I didn't want to seem too interested. He already seemed like the cocky, Landon type.

"Are you looking for something to drink? Because I might be able to help you with that." He winked and I rolled my eyes, turning back to find a cooler right in front of me. I opened it and took out a Mountain Dew, which was the only thing that was not alcoholic. I tried walking out, be he grabbed me by the waist and turned me around.

"I'm the host of this party. Why don't we go upstairs and talk for a little bit?"

"No."

"I could kick you out if you don't."

"I'd actually be pretty fine with that. I was dragged here in the first place." His scowl was frightening. Then he turned it into a straight face, and grabbed my arm, dragging me along. I tried getting out of his grasp, but was unsuccessful. I pulled even harder this time, ending up flying backwards and feeling a shooting pain in my arm. Glaring at that boy that grabbed me, I stormed out the door and tried finding my way to Landon's old truck, that he took us to this party in. As soon as I got to the driver's door, I pulled out my phone and clicked on his contact. It rang twice before he answered.