Chapter 8; The Party

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I know I was basically jumping off the walls from excitement of going to this party, but as I looked at the gps to see we had 10 minutes till we would get there I started to panic.

Was my dress to short? To tight? Will people know who I am? Will I see people I know? What do I say if someone talks to me? What if no one talks to me? What do I do when I get there? Will Matteo's friends be there? What's going to happen? Will Matteo ditch me?

So many questions ran through my head causing me to begin to panic.

I looked down at my hands, and was fidgeting with my fingers picking at the skin. Matteo reached over intertwining our hands. He gave me a comforting smile and gave my hand a small squeeze, "Kenna, everything's going to be ok. We will get there, find Rose, hang out with her for a little bit and then from there decide if you want to stay. At any point let me know, and we can leave! It's going to be ok!" How did he always know how to calm me down? It was like he was a psychic.

While my anxiety wasn't gone, his reassurance definitely eased it. We arrived at the party, Matteo parked in front of the garage of this huge mansion. Enzo's house was huge! Of course I already knew this, but it still shocked me every time I saw it. As I went to open the door, Matteo was already there with the door open helping me out of the car. He shifted his hand to resting on my lower back guiding me to the front door.

We went inside and the music hit me like a bus. I had no clue how you couldn't hear the music and screams outside. I couldn't even hear my thoughts with all the noise. Matteo knew exactly where he was going. I saw all eyes turning to watch us, subconsciously I had pressed myself against Matteo.

When we went into some other room, if I remembered Enzo's house correctly this was one of his dining rooms, I looked up and saw Rosalie. "GIRLIE!!! YOU LOOK SO GOOD!!!!" She screeched. "You don't have to scream Rose!" I laughed "but look at you!!! Your stunning!" Matteo and Rosalie started talking about school, family, you know sibling stuff I guess.

One second I was kinda zoned out, but listening to Matteo and Rosalie catching up and the next a huge man was colliding with me, nearly strangling me as he lifted me in the air hugging me. Once the initial shock had passed, fits of giggles escaped me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck hugging him as tight as possible "SUNSHINE! YOUR HERE?!?!?!" he screamed in excitement "Hey weirdo!" I said ruffling his hair, "I didn't know you were coming, sunshine. You should of told me!"

"Well Rosalie basically made me and her little brother come!" I laughed looking at Rosalie and Matteo, Matteo looked pissed, his hands were turning white from holding them so tight. Matteo walked over to us, clearly trying to be nice said "hey, I'm Matteo. And you?"

For some reason I felt like I had been caught doing something, but I didn't know why. I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist and he helped gently guide me the to stand again, I wrapped my arms around his torso as he said "hey man, I'm Enzo. How do you know sunshine?" Matteo was clearly mad, but I wasn't sure why. I mean it's not like me and Enzo like each other, the thought of us ever being a couple made me want to throw up.

"she's my best friend" Matteo responded his voice sounding like steel. Enzo looked at him then back at me, seeing Matteo upset and me blushing looking at him I guess Enzo could tell we weren't just best friends,  "mhmmm best friends huh? I think I need to have a chat with Alex"

I removed my arms from his torso slapping his arm, "don't you dare!" I walked over to Matteo, and placed my hand on Matteo's forearm. If he spoke to Alex about me and Matteo I would be pissed. But luckily i would have some time to call him and talk to him first, then he wouldn't flip. "ALEX GET OVER HERE!" Well there goes that plan. I guess Al is gonna have fun tonight, Matteo maybe not so much.

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