Some Things Are Meant To Be [EDITING]

Are You Ready To Par-tay?!

I can't begin to tell you all how sorry I am this chapter took so long to post. I swear writing it was like pushing a 12 pound baby out! There has been so much stuff going on, that my muse decided to go AWOL on me. I hope she's back. Oh and just a reminder before you start reading this chapter, for those of you who read chapt 10 as soon as I posted it please re-read it there's been a few minor changes, I did a little editing a couple weeks after posting it :) Anywho! here is chapter 11, hope you enjoy it...

I dressed in a red bikini and pulled on my cut off jeans. I put on my normal make up, eyeliner and mascara. I grabbed my strawberry lip gloss. Carefully, I brought the brush to my bottom lip, swiping it expertly back and forth. I shoved my phone into my back pocket and took one last look in the mirror. I didn't look too bad, I thought to myself smugly. I felt excited and a little nervous. I mean the last house party I went to didn't exactly end well for me.

I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The music was pumping and teenagers were scattered around everywhere, drinking, dancing, laughing and making out in dark corners. Yup, just your tipical house party.

I was at the bottom of the stairs. All eyes on me, then came the wolf whistles, then the sound of girls' smacking the back of their boyfriends heads. I scanned the room, desperately looking for a familiar face. I stumbled into the kitchen. I was barely able to recognize it under the amount of liquor bottles, mixers, and cases of beer. Jeez, did they invite the whole school?!

I walked by the theatre room and there were a couple of people singing karaoke -- definitely not the best voices you've ever heard, but still very entertaining.

Suddenly a guy approached me. "Did you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in them," he said while winking at me.

That must be one of the most outrageous pick up lines I've ever heard. Fortunately, I held back from an epic face-palm that probably would have left an imprint. "Wow I can't think of anything to say to that except for... oink!" I said sarcastically. I tried to maneuver around him, but he stepped right in front of me.

"Is that any way to talk to someone who's trying to be friendly?" He smirked and eyed me up and down, making me very uncomfortable. His eyes specifically stopped at my breasts which made me roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.

"Wanna dance?" he asked taking a step closer to me, his breath reeked of alcohol, and the overpowering smell of cologne clung to his T-shirt.

"How about never? Is never good for you?" I huffed. He took a step closer as he eyed me up and down. "Have you ever heard of personal space? Because right now your invading mine." I tried once again to maneuver around him, but he continued to block me. I gritted my teeth and was tempted to knee him in the groin.

"Whoa, we got some sass over here," he laughed loudly causing everyone to stare at us. Then his eyes shifted their focus slightly, looking over my shoulder and his face went blank. "Shit," he breathed.

I spun around, curious to see what could make his mood change so quick. I saw Kale walking toward us, jaw clenched and glaring menacing at the drunk guy standing in front of me. I smiled. Let me tell you, I had never been so happy to see a familiar face.

"Dude, I was just asking her to dance," The guy said raising his hands in surrender.

"Oh James," Kale sighed, shaking his head in mock disapproval and tsk-tsking him. "You don't seem to understand." He placed his hand on James' shoulder. "This is Wes' girl, so hands off!"

My brows furrowed close together as I gave some more thought to what Kale said. Me, Wes' girl? Wes and Samantha...Samantha and Wes. Hmm, I must say, I liked the sound of that.