"Does Jack know we are coming?"
"Nah, he doesn't mind. Everyone will be here tonight." He pulled down the road to Jack Gilinsky's house. He was a nice guy if he wanted to be. He was nice to me most of the time he was just really reserved. I prefer his other half, Jack Johnson. He is sweet and welcoming.
"Come on. The hour starts now." Brandon hoped out the car helping me out.
We walked into the crowded, weed stench house. Jack Gilinsky's parties always had weed. And a lot at that. Him and along with a few other of his friends are the biggest pot heads there are in Santa Barbara.
"Want anything to drink?" I looked up to the source of the voice. Speaking of a pot head, Nash Grier.
He stared at me with a smirk, "Perhaps a joint?"
I rolled my eyes squeezing Brandon's hand. "I'm good, thanks Nash."
"Not a problem. If you need anything let me know." He winked walking off.
I rolled my eyes pulling Brandon into the kitchen. "You know I could kick his ass if you want me to?" Brandon suggested grabbing a bottle of sour cherry vodka, my favorite.
"Trust me, Nash is no harm to me." I grabbed two solo cups setting them down.
Brandon poured us both a cup then handing me one. "So who is driving home tonight?"
"Right," I put the cup that was up to my lips down. "Well since you wanted to come so bad you can drink. I'll drive."
"Sweet!" He grabbed my cup drinking both of them.
~
"Have you seen Brandon?" I asked Nash. It has been almost an hour since I've seen him, I want to leave soon.
"Uhhh," Nash's bloodshot eyes searched the area. "Nahh sorry, Addy."
"Do you know who could have seen him?" I asked over the pounding music.
"Try asking Gilinsky?" He offered pointing to the high boy staring at a lamp.
I rolled my eyes at the delusional boy in the corner of the room. "I don't think he will be any help." I turned back to Nash. But he was long gone grabbing another drink.
I rolled my eyes once again and slouched over to Jack. I approached him, tapping on his shoulder, "Jack?"
He tore his eyes away from the dim lamp to meet my face. "Arden! You came!" He pulled me into a hug.
"That I did, but I came to ask if you've seen Brandon?"
"You know I don't remember this lamp being this shade of brown. I think someone is trying to fuck with my mind." He turned back to the lamp shade, clearly out of it.
I groaned, tapping my foot impatiently. "Jack please just tell me where the hell Brandon is I want to go home."
"Wasn't it beige at one point? Okay who the fuck took my lamp shade?" He turned to the group of teens who didn't even give a second of their time to see what he was talking about.
I rubbed my temples, "Where is Jack?"
Jack's low eyes looked at me squinting. "Uhm, right here." He gestured towards himself.
"Johnson," I growled. "Where is Jack Johnson."
"Oh yeah that son of a bitch! He is somewhere," He searched the room as Nash just did for me. "Ah, right there. Johnson!" He hollered out.
I turned around to see the familiar blonde boy walking over to me. "Jack you need to lay off the weed I can already see how college will turn out for you." Johnson shook his head at his best friend.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm about to go smoke one with Carter. Help Arden with whatever." He swayed away.
"Sorry about him, what's up?" Johnson turned to me.
"I can't find Brandon."
"Oh I just saw him! He went upstairs."
"For what?" I crossed my arms. The party was downstairs. The only reason to go upstairs at parties is to either go to the bathroom, pass out, or have sex. And I swear-
"He went alone." Johnson laughed, knowing what I'm thinking.
I let out a breath, "Can you come up with me? I don't know Jack's house like you do."
"For sure, come on." He led me up the stairs.
Johnson opened each door finding nothing so far. "Maybe he is playing video games in the game room?" He opened the door then gasped.
He slammed the door really quick and turned to me, leaning against the door.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing!" He rushed out.
"Jack what was in there?"
"Jack have you seen Kelsey?" A voice said from down the hall.
Jack looked from the boy coming down the hall to me, shaking his head frantically. "Nope, not at all. Come on Addy let's go."
The boy down the hall come to my side with a scowl on his face. Matthew Espinosa. "I heard she came up here so she is here." He stated.
Johnson looked between us then sighed. He leaned off the door then gave me a look of almost pity. "I'm sorry." He walked away.
My eyebrows furrowed as he walked downstairs leaving me and Matthew standing in front of the door. I slowly opened the door to see a unimaginable sight. Brandon having sex with another girl.
I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth. Brandon and the girl stopped looking over to me. "Shit." Brandon groans.
"What the hell!" I shout walking more into the room. "Who the hell is this?!" I pointed to the slut with a blanket draped around her.
"Kelsey?!" Matthew walked into the room with a glare that could kill.
"Brandon what the hell!" I shout at him.
"I can explain?" He suggested, but not pleadingly.
"Hell no we are done!" I yelled.
"Matthew I'm so sorry." 'Kelsey' aka the slut whined.
"This is all your fault." Matthew exclaimed.
No one responded as I stared at the floor, plotting how to kill her and Brandon. I looked up once the silence became unbearable. They were all staring at me.
"What?!" I fumed.
"Did you hear me?" Matthew came closer to me. "I said this is all your fault, Arden!"
