Heartstrings and HighJinks

20: "Get ready to lose, pretty boy"

 I take a deep breath, taking in my surroundings. LED lights strung all along the room illuminating the place like a typical TikToker's bedroom, terrible but good party music hammering from the speakers and sweaty teenagers dancing and grinding to the music.

Yep, parties are my domain.

I sit on one of the lounge chairs, sipping my red Gatorade while watching the teledramatic relationship of Myers Holden and Gina Blaze. Apparently, Myers asked Gina to meet the parents and she freaked out and they've had a fallout since then. Currently, they're fighting on whose done the most wrong in the relationship. Like teenage relationships are so not worth it

"You forgot that I liked peaches and not plums when you ordered a fruit salad for me the other day"

Myers gasped," You forgot MY birthday last year but remembered that it was one of those STB members that you like so much"

"IT'S B-T-S!!", Gina and about seven other girls yell at poor Myers.

"Whatever, all I know is that-"

Okay, I'm officially tired of listening to this babble. Beer pong it is.

I stood up and waltzed over to the pong table and watched testosterone fight over who has a better aim. I cleared my throat, getting everyone's attention.

"Scoot over ladies, and let me show you how it's done", I said, making a shooing gesture with my hands.

Joshua tossed me the ball, while Ryder set the cups in the bowling pins formation, refilling them with high-end quality beer.

I took the small, white ball in my right hand. I squinted aiming for the hardest spot, the cup in the middle. I let the ball fly and as usual, it hits the predetermined spot. I spread my hands in a "is anyone surprised?" manner, which was met with whoops and cheers.

"Nice to see you haven't lost it, Sandoval", Ryder said, grinning drunkenly, "Considering you haven't come to a party for like......forever"

"Oh, come off it, it's just been about a month", I said, moving away from his hands, which were coming dangerously close to my boob area.

"Enough of this, let's play ball", Joshua said, a sneaky glint in his eyes.

It's giving Weasley twins.

We are only three though. He seemed to notice this because he frantically searches the dimly lit room before his eyes land on someone.

"Yo Davis", he yelled across the room, "Wanna play pong?"

"Yeah sure", a familiar voice responds.

I know that voice. Hmm....Davis. I can't place it. Wait, they call each other by their last names. Wait...oh God no. Anyone but –

"Derek!", Ryder yelled when he got there.

NO!!

I resist the urge to Apparate on the spot. It does help that I can't though.

"Hey sunshine", his deep irritating drawling voice said, and I turn to address him.

Derek Davis. The quarterback to Westside's infamous football team, The White Stags. 6'4, with tousled blonde hair and emerald, green eyes. Despite what he might tell everyone, we didn't date. It was just a meaningless fling that happened in the summer of junior year. I was in a bad place and had a lapse of judgment, sue me. It's a lot more trouble than it was worth though. He's not even that good a kisser. But moving on to more trivial topics.