Mutinous

Chapter 3

The music was blasting through the speakers and the crowd was loud. People were laughing and dancing while others were talking and drinking in the other room. I, however, stood sipping on water pretending to enjoy myself. I was quite impressed by the amount of people here, to be honest. Jen had definitely made sure to invite loads of people, even if she didn't know them. Yet, one person was missing. I wasn't sure why, but I had been waiting to hear his leather boots make their way across the floor, and part of me was hoping he would show. Why would he come though? Had he even talked to Jen? And my four-word conversation at the beginning of the week didn't count. Not that I assumed he would even know Jen and I were friends.

"You enjoying yourself?" Jen's words distracted my thoughts, and I mumbled an 'uh huh' while I sipped on my water.

"You know the world doesn't end if you take a sip of something stronger."

I faked her a smile. "And the world doesn't end if you don't."

She laughed at my comeback, and I emptied my cup and gave her a smile. "Stop worrying about me. I'm fine. Go play a game and get yourself smashed if you want. I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks babe." She kissed my cheek and went back to the living room. I think she was going to play "Never have I ever" or some other drinking game I had seen on TV, and I was more than happy that I didn't need to give strangers information about my boring life.

I grabbed my cup and filled it with water once again before taking another sip. I wanted to clear my mind of Jen's and Maggie's words that seemed to be constantly nagging my mind as if the water would just wash everything away. Unsurprisingly though nothing happened, yet a certain green eyed boy was there once again to distract me.

He didn't look my way, and I was certain he hadn't even noticed my presence. He wouldn't care anyway. I was just a girl, nothing different from anyone else, (except maybe from my lack of experience, which of course he wouldn't know based on my looks) yet, I kept staring, and an unintentionally smile crept over my lips.

He was talking to another guy, who I didn't know, but whom I assumed was older. That made me almost certain that Harry would be older too and because of that, he would have no interest in talking to me.

I found Harry intriguing and not because of his looks, but I was mesmerized by the way he carried himself. People were staring for, what I guessed, different reasons, but even though some would give him the elevator look and shake their head at his choice of attire, he shrugged them off, unbothered. He seemed to be in a constant good mood, and I admired him for seeming so relaxed in himself, but what did I know? I didn't know many people, and I tended to keep to myself mostly. For all I knew he could be just as most others covering it up really well.

I blushed and I'd like to tell myself I didn't know why, but I knew. My thoughts were naïve and immature yet they kept surfacing, taunting me with what I couldn't have. I was okay with that though. I didn't need a boyfriend. I didn't need someone to rant to about my life. I was okay by myself. At least I had to be.

As if I hadn't been drinking enough water that night I emptied another cup. I wasn't sure if I was trying to fool them or myself more by letting them think I was drinking something else in my red disposable cup that matched everyone else's, but I continued drinking either way.

A drunk guy grabbed me by the hand trying to get me to dance with him, but I refused causing a few stares, including Harry's, as I told the boy no.

I cleared my throat and headed for the living room as I found the unwanted attention uncomfortable. "She's here," Jen exclaimed, and I faked everybody a smile, as I had once again become the center of attention.