He Loves Me.......He Loves Me Not

CHAPTER 11

A/N: Hey everybody! So there are a few things I gotta say. First, THANK YOU all who vote, comment,fan! I feel like I don't say that a lot. Second, do you think I should do a different P.O.V? If so, whose would you prefer it to be? And last, If I was going to change the cast, who should play Luke? I'm thinking Alex Pettyfer...

I hope you like this part!!!

Chapter 11:

The weekend went by pretty fast, considering that nothing interesting happened after the "incident". Thats what I was calling it now.

I still couldn't believe what had happened. I mean, I guess it was partly my fault. What was I thinking, kissing Ethan?? Taylor is my best friend, or at least she was. Ethan hadn't called me, and I knew for a fact that he had my number. Neither had Taylor, though I couldn't really blame her. Kissing her brother is taking it way too far.  How could I do that to her?

Especially after what I did before...

"Whoo!! Go Scarlet!" Came a guy's voice from the crowd.

"Yeah! Work it baby!" Said a different voice.

I giggled and twirled on the high, brown table that was now stained with something that looked suspiciously like puke.

Eww....

I raised my red plastic cup in the air, some of the red dink sloshing over the side and shrieked, "Damn! It's so hot in here!" 

For some reason, I was strangley happy.

"Why don't you take off that top, babe?" Some guy in the crowd yelled.

That made me start giggling again and I bobbed my head to the beat of the loud song that was blasting from the speakers. I didn't know the song, but hey, music's music.

"That's a great idea!" I reached up to pull off my purple crop-top. I was wearing a lacy, black bra underneath, and several guys wolf-whistled at the sight.

"Yeah, girll!!"

"Work it, baby!"

"Why don't you try taking off those sexy shorts too?" A guy with brown, was it blond hair, slurrted.

"Why don't you come up here and make me?" I teased.

He walked over to me, slightly wobbling in his steps. He stood up on the table with me, and it creaked from the added weight.

"Why don't you come with me to the hot tub?"he whispered in my ear."Or, better yet, one of the berooms? I hear the beds are super comfy."he winked at me.

"That sounds great!" I agreed strangely cheerful.

He grabbed my hand and helped me off the table. 

The party guests were scattered again, not finding us-or me- interesting anymore. Whatever. 

We walked over to the long, spiral, metal staircase and were about to walk up, when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the guy.

I let out a little shriek, then I realized who it was.Dark hair, wearing a white button-down shirt and blue-green eyes. Jace.