You Know Me

12| A New Game

"I can explain," Peyton whispers as she looks down at her toes. Her fingers skim the bottom of her skirt as she shoves her feet into her shoes.

This is awkward.

"Let me guess, 'this isn't what it looks like?'" he taunts. His voice is bland with no emotion, almost like he doesn't care at all. The boy that came out with her is long gone, probably hiding from the eery embarrassment of a confrontation.

"It's not..." she begins but edges away from what she might have been about to say as she looks up at him. "Do you not even fucking care?" she spits.

"Not really. Do whatever you want," he shrugs. He looks like he could say something else but instead, he turns on his heels towards the last door on the left, lightly shutting it behind him.

I just met them so I can't say much but, damn. I have no words to describe my shock at such a tempestuous act, but I love it. Now I'm just hoping that he didn't go into the bathroom because with all of this commotion going on I forgot that I had to pee.

I walk over to Sarah quickly, trying to hold my urine in as I interrupt Peyton crying to her. "So, not trying to interrupt all of... this, but where is your bathroom?" I ask.

"Last door on the right," Sarah says, looking up from Peyton's hair with a smile.

I jog over to the door, only to find that it is locked. I look back at Sarah as she looks over at the door that Christopher had just gone into. I really can't hold it in much longer. I've been holding it since before Stella and I got on the plane.

"There's a bathroom In Christopher's room," she suggests, nudging her head towards the door he just went in.

He lives here? I don't know why I'm surprised. I just figured that everyone that was here before the party started had dropped by to see Stella, not that they lived here. More importantly, why would Sarah give him the bedroom with the bathroom? This is her house, isn't it?

I look over at Peyton for permission. I don't know why, just seems like the right thing to do with the fucked up situation. She doesn't look like she cares or maybe she's just too busy crying. Either way, I hurriedly knock on his door, not even minding the fact that he just witnessed his girlfriend cheating on him and probably won't answer the door.

"Go away, Peyton!" He yells almost automatically.

"It's Josie! Let me in, I have to pee," I say, almost begging.

He better open the door, I would hate to leave a yellow stain on Sarah's snow-white carpet. He doesn't answer, so I keep knocking and grunting in frustration.

"The bathroom is down the hall!" He barks through the door.

"It's occupied," I whine, stomping my foot like a child throwing a tantrum for a hot wheel or whatever kids like nowadays. I turn to look at Sarah but she just lets out a small giggle, stopping herself as Peyton looks up at her from their strange bear-hug.

"Fine, damn," he yells as he finally opens the door.

I push past him and run towards the wide-open bathroom, letting out a sigh as I lock the door behind me. I wonder how the mysterious Christopher will handle what just happened. He doesn't seem like he cares, hell he even just said that he didn't care, but why be in a relationship with someone that you don't care about? I don't have experience in relationships or anything but I don't think that's how they work. And why am I so concerned about it? I think the lack of sleep is really getting to me, that or the two bottles of wine I just drowned myself in. Wine gives me a weird type of drunk.

After I finish up in the bathroom, I walk out to see Christopher sitting calmly on the edge of his bed, a frown covering his face and his nose deep in his phone. His hand rests in his hair, pushing it back away from his face, giving me a better view. His cheekbones are sharp but make the rest of his face look soft. Like a dark cloud pushing its way in front of the sun. I shake my head as I realize that I've been staring at him for far too long.

"Do you know where Stella and I are supposed to sleep?" I ask. He doesn't look up from his phone. He's ignoring me and it's annoying.

I walk in front of him and tap my foot against the thick carpet. "Hey, I'm asking you a question," I slur, which finally catches his attention.

"I've got no fucking clue, Josephine," he says with a glare. "And would it be so hard to believe that maybe I want to be left alone?"

Okay, he has a point but I don't like admitting to my wrongs. I ignore his harsh words and groan as I turn on my heel and walk toward the hallway.

"Hey! Should be the guest room. It's on the other side of the house," he says, finally not seeming like an asshole. I continue to walk out of his room without even thanking him for his 'kind' gesture.

"You're welcome," he laughs.

I've only known him for a solid five hours, maybe, and he's already getting under my skin. Most do, but it's like he's actually trying to. Two can play that game and if I'm going to enjoy my time here I'll have to find a way into his game and beat it. I'm always in for a new game as long as it doesn't involve stalkers and weird gifts.

I find my way to the opposite side of the house, bumping into the many undistinguished faces that I'm sure I'll never actually meet during my time here. Sarah and Peyton are nowhere in sight which I'm thankful for. I don't feel like comforting Peyton when the reason she is so sad is her own fault. Mine and Stella's bags are already placed on the perfectly made bed and instead of unpacking, I decide to hold it off until the morning.

I dig through my duffel, stranding Stella's things on the floor, and grab my comfy sleeping shorts, taking off my insanely thick sweats. After deciphering on which side of the bed I want to sleep on I decide on the left side that puts me closest to the nightstand. As I lay my head on one of the perfectly linen-scented pillows that cover the head of the bed, my eyes already become hazy. I drift to sleep with the strange thoughts of dark storm clouds, fighting against the sun.