Thin Line

1.

I refused to look Conner in the eye, so I looked around the crowded cafe as if I was trying to find a physical excuse as to why I can't go to the party tonight. The only reason I should need to give if any at all is that I simply don't want to go, but Conner wouldn't stop pestering if that was my only response.

"I have a date."

"With who?!" I couldn't tell if Conner look shocked or excited and I didn't know if I should be offended by the surprise or eager to crush his dreams of me dating.

"My bed," I deadpanned.

"And... who else is going to occupying it?"

"Me, myself, and I."

"Hmmm," he looked me up and down as he smirked. "Freaky. I like it."

With a scrunched face I scoffed and hit him over his pretty head with my Anatomy textbook, not hard enough to knock him out but hard enough for the heavy book to give him a headache. "What the hell? I have no problem with calling your mom and keeping her on the phone without you knowing. I wonder how she'll react if she hears all the crazy stuff you say, huh?" I couldn't help but smile, knowing that Conner's not going to put a filter on his mouth when he's with me. I don't know if there's a "too comfortable" level when it comes to best friends, but if there is one, we have exceeded that.

"She'd say she's driving up here right now. But guess what, it'll be to give me a pat on the back." I rolled my eyes he demonstrated on himself. "Where do think I get all this from?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

As a silence fell over us I was hoping that he'd forgotten about the party. Why did he want me to go so badly in the first place? It wouldn't have been the first time I ditched and he fended for himself perfectly fine; although he wasn't really alone because he'd made sure to make "acquittances" with whoever was around him at any given second.

My hopes were crushed when he looked up at me, his head tilted down, "So, the party."

The last time I went to a party that Conner invited me to I ended upside down off of the side of a pool table and I wasn't even drunk. He had invited me to two more since then, both of which I weaseled my way out of. I figured I'd compromise with him this time.

"I'll go with you as long as you stay with the whole time and you keep me away from Tracy. I don't want a repeat of last time.

Conner let a big smile cross his face, not hiding his excitement, "Done deal, girlfriend, girl whose a friend."

"Alright, boyfriend, boy whose I friend." I broke off a piece of my muffin after I say him eyeing it and handed him the piece without thinking. "This better be one hell of a party."

As Conner and I walked up to the frat house, I strongly considered turning around and walking back to my dorm. There is a reason why you never hear anyone say "Hey, come to the frat house, good things happen there." Despite my obvious displeasure, which was written all over my face, I let Conner intertwine our arms and lead me in.

The loud music chattered my teeth as the boosted bass rattled my eardrums. Looking around, frowned at the drunken bodies flinging themselves in any and every direction. The scene made me feel sick but I had to suck it up and try to tolerate it, embrace it even.

"I should tell you," Conner said in a low voice with a small smile on his face. "Do you remember that person I told you that I've been talking too?

"Yeah, the one with the-"

"I don't think you want anyone to overhear you recite my description of him," he said holding up his hands. I chuckled, agreeing with him. "Well, they're coming tonight so I may be away for a bit."