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-Chapter Thirty Nine-
“Hey! Jake, my man!”
“Yo, Jake!”
“Dude, what’s up? And who is this pretty lady you brought along?”
“Jake, where have you been?”
“Whoa, watch out! The Party King has arrived!!”
So many comments were being passed around as Jake and I walked through the front door. Jake replied with some kind of ‘hey’ or a simple head nod in their direction. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walked through the crowd.
Suddenly, a girl blocked the pathway that was being made as people scattered away. “Oh my gosh, Jake! I haven’t seen you for so long!” she squealed. “Who’s your friend?” The girl gave me a bright smile.
“Hey, Alyssa.” He let go of my hand to give the small girl a hug. I didn’t think he was going to take my hand in his again, but he did, and I gave a small smile. “And this is my girlfriend, Alex.”
She gave him a confused look with her eyes, but still smiled anyways. He gave her a look back. It’s like they were having a conversation with their eyes.
This is probably about me being Jake’s girlfriend after Audrey…
“I’ve heard so much about you!” she chirped, giving me a hug. I replied by giving her a one-armed hug, my other hand still in Jake’s. “It’s nice to finally meet you!”
“You too. Alyssa, right?”
“Yep! That’s me!” Alyssa had curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Freckles were spread across her cheeks and nose. “Hey, I’ll be on the dance floor if you need me,” she called as she danced through the crowd in her blue party dress.
“She seems nice,” I said to Jake.
“On occasions,” he replied loudly, trying to talk over the music. “Come on, wanna dance?”
“Sure!” I yelled back. “Come on!”
Jake pulled me through the crowd. I almost accidentally let go of his hand due to everybody else dancing around us. All of the furniture in the large living room was either pushed up against the wall for people to sit down, or in another room.
A fast song was playing, and Jake and I danced along to the beat for a while. I didn’t know what song it was, but right now I didn’t care. I was having fun.
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