for, lover (Completed; editing)

Chapter 24

Reed ditches us to go find Phillip. I feel like I should be worried about the guy because he may have gotten himself in a shitty situation and it's kind of me and Trent's bro obligation to help him out. I might have to make an exception if this is dangerous. Reed needs to learn his lesson at some point. It's a possibility that that time just may have finally surfaced and I've got front row seats for it.

The girl from earlier that smiled at me outside pushes her way from the crowd of people and walks over to us with a drink in her hand.

"Well you boys sure look like you're having a great time!" She yells.

I can almost barely hear her from how loud the music is. How can anyone think when it's this loud?

"Is it that obvious?" I yell back.

She laughs and wiggles her finger in my direction.

"You seem like my kind of people. Mind if I sit with y'all for a little bit?"

I pass a glance to Trent who shrugs as if he couldn't care less. I even do the honor of pulling the chair out for her. She sets her drink down and sits in it, giggling when she almost knocks it over. She's definitely had a few already.

"Are you not enjoying your friends?" I ask her and nod over to the crowd that were previously outside sharing germs and smoke.

She glances at them and shakes her head. She looks disappointed.

"My friends didn't show up and the guy that was supposed to be here with me won't be here until later." She sighs.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You're more than welcome to chill with us. We're not doing much here if you can't tell."

She giggles and pushes a strand of her hair from her face. Her ringlets are beautiful. I wonder if that's natural or if she did something to get it that way. Either way, it looks amazing.

"So how do you know Reed?" Trent asks her.

She swirls the straw around her half empty glass.

"The guy who is coming later, Justin, he's friends with him. I don't know how they know each other honestly." She answers.

He nods and goes back to staring off into space. He gets up a few minutes later to get another drink and asks if I wanted anything. Since he was offering, I decided just to get a glass of beer. I don't even really like beer but I'm not actually educated on the different alcoholic drinks.

"This doesn't really seem like your scene." the girl says to me.

I knew someone was going to notice.

"Because I'm not dancing or drinking?"

She laughs again, shaking her head.

"No, because you look miserable. Even if you don't want to be here at least try to look like you're having fun."

"I'm not one to fake the funk." I admit.

"You don't have to say that twice."

I crack a smile and she reaches over to pat my shoulder down.

"There you go! I knew you'd be able to smile. Now come dance with me."

She gets up from the chair and extends her arm out to me. I shake my head and keep my arms in my lap.

"I don't dance. Sorry."

I hate dancing and I'm no good at it. I don't want to disappoint this girl but there's plenty of other guys who would love to dance with someone like her.