Overlooked

Chapter 6

We arrive at the party and exit the car at a leisurely pace...it's quite obvious we don't want to leave the comfort of our car. Wesley eventually gets out of the car, but I am still far behind; this was a horrible choice. He meets me on my side of the car and with an encouraging smile and a wink I find myself slipping out of the car and closing the door.

"Great! Mission one accomplished, getting Logan out of the car!" Wesley says to himself in a joking manner, but loud enough for me to hear and get in on the joke. I chuckle and follow him to the blazing fire on the beach. I take in all of the teens sitting around the fire pit and try to distinguish the people I should stay away from.

"Hey Wesley, glad you could show up, ooh and what a nice thing you've got here." A tall jock-looking guy states while obviously checking me out. I get chills up my spine from the intense stare, and not the good kind. Being my self conscious self I begin to back up, hoping to rid the eyes of the man in front of me.

I don't do well with people's eyes on me or thinking about me. I am constantly worrying what I look like to others or what I'm doing looks stupid. I hardly speak to strangers, especially boys due to the fact that I and constantly wondering if what I say is the right thing, and what impression that will leave.

During my retreat back, I feel Wesley's hand on my hips, stopping me from cowering behind him. My cheeks flush with
color at the contact. I feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers in my ear,

"Don't worry about him, he's the biggest man whore at our high school. I won't let him get you."

His words seem to clam me down, especially his last. I won't let him get you. It seems like he would really keep my safe, but I know he's just saying that to be nice. When we get back to the condo, his interest will go straight to Kaitlyn and Julia.

The whispers and comments that effected me so much a few seconds ago no longer have the same effect now that my mind has overanalyzed it.

I begin to shrink back into my introverted self, and start to feel lost in my thoughts; completely oblivious to the drinking and the dry-humping (in today's society known as "dancing") going on around me. I don't even have to be thinking of anything, I just enjoy the moment where my brain can just be silent amidst the loudness of the world around me. It's nice to tune out the noise of everyday life and the drama that comes with it.

My trip to my sanctuary is interrupted when I feel an arm sneak around my waist, guiding me closer the the bonfire and the center of the party.

"You okay, Logan?" Wesley asks into my ear as we weave our way through the crowd, dodging limbs and cups being thrown in celebration.

"y-ya" I stutter, due to the interruption from my dream state.
"Good...Should we meet up with Dylan?" Wesley asks, ignoring my hesitant answer.

"Ya, sure, whatever is fine." I reply, trying my best to sound cool with this whole party scene.

Dylan is definitely not my favorite person out there, due to the fact that he would never spare anyone like me a second glance, from what I can tell. And by people like me, I mean normal, not-supermodel looking girls who are a little introverted and enjoy time in their own world.

Wesley leads me to where Dylan is standing. He is currently standing with his back to us with his arm around a blonde bimbo who's name he probably has no idea. His hand, moving steadily down her backside, causes her to giggle the most girly and fake sound I have ever heard. I raise my eyebrows in Wesley's direction at the noise, and he shakes his head a chuckles as if to say he disapproves but can't stop it.

"Hey Dylan, how's it going?" Wesley questions with a tap on the shoulder of a drunk Dylan. Dylan turns around quickly, almost too quickly, and loses balance before regaining it and noticing us standing there.