Just Friends?

Chapter XVII

In the days following, Charlie became increasingly hostile, avoiding anything to do with me as well. I didn't understand what I had done. I mean he told me that we couldn't be together for no reason. This was now the eleventh day that he had avoided me. I was fed up with his nonsense but if he was going to avoid me, that would be his problem.
"You have to go," Sage practically yelled at me.
I laughed, I didn't have to go anywhere I didn't want to and I definitely wasn't going to that party. Charlie was going to be there and he had been nothing but horrible to me. Like I was his game or something. Sage could tell I was thinking about how I didn't want to go and, frankly, how I didn't need to go.
"Please!" She whined, "for mee!!"
"Whatever."
She ecstatically leaped into the air like one of the cliché group photos of girls jumping into the water while holding hands.
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I shuffled through Siena's closet because there wasn't anything in my own to wear to the party. I thumbed through her dresses like the pages of a book until I found one I liked. The party was "Greek Life" themed which meant everyone was probably going to wear a toga or white dress. I pulled Siena's white loose tank-top boho style dress and a gold leaf belt to put around the waist. I put on my gold leaf crown to match the belt and to finish the outfit I put on my gladiator sandals. Everyone left for the party already so I ran downstairs and grabbed my car keys as well as a house key and a garage door opener, they all hung on the "tree" that we had for keys. I locked the door behind me and then entered the garage.
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By the time I reached the party it was at full blast, I pushed through bodies until I eventually got to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. I continued to do so until I felt like I had put enough alcohol into my system where I could actually have fun and forget about all that was stressing me.
I began to push my body through the crowd of sweaty dancers again when I felt a hand around my waist. I turned slowly to see who the hand belonged to. I wasn't satisfied with the body that the arm was attached to but if Charlie was going to ignore me then I would ignore him and all of his requests too. The hand belonged to Ryan. I leaned in, our faces centimeters away. I felt his breath on me and I could smell the sticky alcohol that littered his system as well as mine. He looked into my eyes. His silver-grey eyes pierced through my soul, searching for secrets. They weren't soft and comforting like Charlie's, they were deep, dark, mysterious. Almost dangerous. I stared back anyways. I looked into his eyes and I knew I would regret this the second it started to happen. I spoke anyways, filling the silence between us but overlapping the music hitting the humid air. My words requested something, softy but loud enough for him to hear. Our eyes met as I spoke,
"Kiss me."