Best Friends? Or Something More? (S.M.)

Chapter 40

Alli's P.O.V.

        I walk through the hallways after school is over on Friday.  I planned to meet Shawn by his locker after class.  As I approach, I notice Shawn is leaning on his locker, talking to a tall blonde.  She flips her hair and batts her eyelashes at him as they talk.  I feel my fists clench at my sides.  Today is not the fucking day...

"So maybe we should hang out sometime!"  I hear her say.

"You mean like a date?"  Shawn blushes.

I freeze in my tracks and all my blood runs cold.

"Sure.  I mean, if you okay with that."  The bitch puts her hand on Shawn's arm.

"Look, Brynn."  He moves his arm away, obviously uncomfortable.  "I have a girlfriend."  He looks to his right and finally notices me.  "And speaking of my girlfriend..."

        I put on a fake smile, and walk over to the two.  Shawn snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.  The girl scowls, then puts on a fake smile, very smimilar to mine.

"Brynn, this is Alli.  Alli, Brynn."

"You can call me Allison."  Only people who I can tolerate get to call me Alli.

"Well, nice to meet you.  Um... I'm actually having a party tonight.  You should both come."

"Well, I don't th-."  I cut Shawn off.

"We'll be there."

"Okay then.  See you both tonight.  I'll text you my address, Shawn."

She smiles, then walks away.

"I don't like her."  I say after she's out of earshot.  Shawn just chuckles.  "What are you laughing at?"  I turn to face him."

"You're cute when you're jealous."  He pecks me on the forehead.

I just roll my eyes as he grabs my hand and we both leave school.

        2 hours later, I stand in front of my closet, thinking about what to wear.  Being that it's my first party back in Pickering, I wanna look good.  I eventually decide on a tribal print top, black pants, and layer a black leather jacket over it.  I put on some foundation, cat eye eyeliner, mascrara, some silver eyeshadow, and a bright pink matte.  I slip on some black, peak toe wedges, a white cuff on my wrist, then grab my hot pink clutch.

        Afterwards, I look in the mirror, happy with my reflection.  I get a text from Shawn, saying him and Ian are here.  Since neither of us could drive and there's no way I'm letting Jess take me, Ian said he'd drive us.  Jokes on him, it must suck being the designated driver.

        I make my way downstairs, saying a quick goodbye to Jess, then walking outside.  I hop in the back seat because Shawn took shotgun.  When we walk in the party, the immediate smell of alcohol burns my nose.  Sweaty bodies are grinding everywhere, and the bass of the music pounds in my ear.

"I'm going to get a drink!"  I yell to Shawn over the music.

        He just nods in reply.  Yes, I'm 15.  And yes, I drink.  It's not that big of a deal.  As I approach the cooler and grab a can of beer, I feel a sharp tap on my shoulder.  I turn to face a smiling Mickey.

"Do I know you?"  She slurs drunkenly, then cracks up laughing.

"Mickey, it's 9:30...  How are you drunk already?"

"Drunk??? Noooo.  Not me."  She giggles.

I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my beer.  "Whatever you do, don't call anyone."

"Get your granny panties out of a wad.  Relax.  I won't do anything stupid."  She says, placing an arm on my shoulder.

"Okay, Mickey.  I'll see you tomorrow.  Good luck with your hangover."

        She gives me a hilarious smile then disappears back into the crowd of people.  I chuckle to myself, then turn and make my way back to where Shawn and Ian were standing.  Before I get there, a body slides in front of me, blocking my path.  I look up and meet Josh's eyes, before turning and walking away.  He grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

"Alli, Alli, Alli.  You look so hot tonight."  He says.  I can smell the alcohol in his breath, but I know he's not completely drunk yeat.

"Leave me alone Josh."  I yank my hand away from him.

"Aw, baby.  Don't be like that."  He snakes his arms around my waist.

        I quickly pull away, then walk in the opposite direction of him.  I'm trying to have fun here, not start a shit ton of drama.

***4 or 5 beers later***

        I grind my hips into a random person.  I let my body sway to the beat, and my hips do all the talking.  Everything is hazy and dream-like.  Am I drunk?  Jeeeessssssssssss.  I feel a person grab my arm and pull me away from my dance partner.  I turn to Shawn and frown.

"Party pooper."  I say.

He chuckles at me.  "I think it's time to go.  Come on, Ian's waiting in the car."

He interlocks his hand with mine and starts to drag me along with him.  I trip and almost fall, but Shawn catches me.  He ends up picking me up bridal style.  I poke his cheek repeatedly.

"You're cute."  I giggle.

"Alright, remind me to never let you have 5 beers again."  He chuckles.

"But everything's so preeeeeettttyy."

"You sound like you're high."  

        I feel him place me on my stomach in the back seat of the car.  And before I know it, I'm asleep.

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A/N:  Hello beautiful people!  This is the official announcement that there are only 2 chapters left.  That means the book will be ending next week!  I hope you enjoyed the chapter.  Love you guys so much!!!!!!  Thanks for reading.

-SBP