Addicted - R.S.L. (IN EDITING)

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Jackson and I make our way through the big crowd of people in the house and go into the kitchen.

Jackson wants me to meet his best friend, who is also the host of this party. "Does he go to our school?" I whisper as we make our way over to this mystery guy.

"Yeah," Jackson says. "You might know him."

"Jackson!" We turn around and Jackson gets pulled into a hug. He turns to me. "You must be Amber, I'm Logan."

"Nice to meet you," I smile.

"You're new around here, aren't you?"

"Yup." I say, popping the p. it's silent for a moment and I began to feel a little awkward. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs, second room on the right."

I nod. "Thank you."

I quickly go upstairs, go to the bathroom, do my business and as I'm walking out, I run into Ross. Again.

He glares at me. "You're a bitch, you know that right?"

My eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"And to think, I actually liked you."

"What the hell did I do to you?!"

"What happened to coming over so we could work on the project? Hmm?"

Shit. I totally forgot about that the other night. "I forgot. Look maybe another time we can-"

"Forgot? Please, you were probably hooking up with that Jackson guy."

"Jackson and I aren't dating." I grit my teeth. "And unlike you, I don't hook up with every single person I know."

"I don't do that." He crosses his arm. "You and I haven't hooked up yet."

"And we're never going to either."

"Good. I wouldn't wanna hook up with such a slut anyways." He pushes past me into the bathroom.

I bawl my fists and clench my jaw. I was beyond pissed.

I walk down the hallway, and open the door to a bedroom door, shocked at what I see. Two boys making out on the bed.

"Jackson?"

He turns his attention to me and look of panic comes across his face. I look at the guy sitting beside him. Logan.

Jackson quickly gets up and pulls me out into the hallway.

"Let me explain."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't like me."

"Jackson," I begin. "I won't judge you off of your sexuality."

He smiles. "Okay, good. Just, please don't tell anyone."

"I won't," I assure him. "I promise."

"You looked mad, what's wrong?"

"That dick face named Ross."

"Uh oh. What'd he do?"

"Well, he called me a slut for starters. He blew up on me because I forgot about helping him out with our stupid project."

"You're not a slut."

As I open my mouth to speak, a girl walks up to us. "Hey Jackson. It's Amber, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, well we're all playing truth or dare downstairs, wanna join?"

"Um, sure." I say. "Give us a second."