Sophia

Chapter four

Sophia

We pulled into the house where the party is at. I immediately saw every person from our school whom I either didn't care about or hated.

I don't hate many people so it's mainly people I just don't give a crap about. Aka the popular's.

Basically they all think they are the next Blair and Chuck from gossip girl, except they're no where near as rich and they're all extremely annoying.

Almost immediately, we were bombarded by girls who want J's and Zach's attention. Zach was feeding bread to the murder while J just left the flock as quickly as possible. He came over to us and wrapped his arm around Anna's shoulder. I faked gagged then walked to get us drinks. I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I knew who it was.

Jake.

"Excuse you?" I said, moving his hand.

I grabbed two cans and tried to walk away, but he stood in my way. He took the one drink I had for Anna, and opened it, taking a sip. "Move Jake." I said, seriously.

"Ooo scary. You're mean." He was clearly wasted. The party started less than fifteen minutes ago, and yet I'm not shocked. This mans tolerance is the same as a ten year olds.

"Go take an Advil and mess with someone else." I said, trying to walk away again. He grabbed my arm, which I quickly ripped back. "Take the hint, Jake."

"Why wont you admit that we are meant to be?" He asked, slurring his words.

"Because, Jake, I'm not your type. You don't even know me." I said, once again trying to walk away.

"Says who? Who says your not my type?" He asked, blocking my way again.

"Jake I am not, and never will be, the girl who requires a man to get by. Your type is girls who pray someone like you or my brother or even Zach will bat an eye at. I am not that girl. And if you ever tried to get to know me before becoming a creep, maybe you would know that and maybe, if you weren't you, you would have a chance. But you don't. And you never will." I said, moving his arm for the last time. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have interesting people to talk to." I said, finally walking away.

It's not an insult to those girls, never an insult to them. It's your own life, do whatever you want, it doesn't affect me. If you want to be basically begging the frat-boy-to-be over there to give you attention, that's you.

And not to be one of those bitches who's like "I'm not like the other girls" because, FULL insult to those girls, but I don't desire a man. I don't see the need to have a man in my life. All the male species do is bring pain and sorrow to happy girls life.

Trust me, I know better than most.

Zach

Out the corner of my eye, I can't help but notice a five foot eight blonde man getting bitched out by a five foot something brunette girl and I can't stop the laugh that slips out.

Hate her all I want, Sophia never lets that man disrespect her, and that's the one thing that makes me happy about her.

Of course, not for her.

I couldn't care less if she got with his skank ass or not, but watching a loser like him get humbled day after day, year after year, it's fulfilling.

The girl sitting next to me doesn't go to our school, so I have zero clue who she is, and the girl on my right is one of the girls on the cheer team, but I also don't know her name.

The minute we had walked inside this stupid party, they had come and pulled me away from my friends—and Sophia—but I wouldn't let them take us far away.

From the seat I'm in right now, I can see everyone in the room, more importantly, I can see the three people I am in charge of tonight. Anna and James are sitting together on a couch, her legs draped over his while they simply sit and talk, milking the same drinks they've had for the last thirty minutes.

Sophia, though, I don't know what she's trying to drink away, but she's on her fifth drink in thirty minutes, and she's starting to stumble.

As much as I would like to pretend I don't care and that I wouldn't care if she got hurt, until a drunk guy started grabbing her hips, ignoring her when she pushed his hands off.

I, unfortunately, stood up from the couch