In Your Dreams

15 || Phoebe Summers

What else do I expect to see first that caught my interest at a house party? There are a lot of possibilities. But at least one of the things I thought of was correct.

Here I am standing in a hallway, accidentally making eye contact with Emmett fucking Larkin in a house party. The first thing I noticed about him was the cup he's holding. I don't like drawing conclusions or anything, but it seems to me that he's been enjoying the party the moment he stepped in.

I tear away my gaze from him and turn to face Jannah and JD. They're both wearing a huge grin the moment they realise who I was staring at. I cross my arms over my chest with a frown threatening to grow on my face.

"I can't believe you guys persuade me into this." I mutter under my breath to my two friends. A soft chuckle escapes their lips, which prompts me to roll my eyes.

"Oh, come on, Phoebe. One little eye contact with your nemesis shouldn't ruin your enjoyment." Jannah elbows me, a faint chuckle still manages to escape her lips. Even through the loud blast of music, I can hear her chuckle.

I turn to face JD who's still wearing a wide grin. "Look at me!" He spreads his arms away and gestures to himself, "This is my ex-boyfriend's house party, but I didn't let that ruin this night."

I chew the inside of my cheek, contemplating about something. The reason why these two were successful in pulling me to this party was because of them telling me Alecks would be here at the party. After having an accidental eye contact with Emmett, I think they were telling me the truth that Alecks is here too. If that bastard was here, then Alecks would also be here. The question is, where is he?

With a slow turn of my head, I gaze over my shoulder to see what Emmett is doing right now. I swear if he decided to make his drunk-ass towards me, I'm going to scream. But he was still sitting on the couch, looking like he's pretending he hadn't seen me yet. Even though we both know we made eye contact with each other, he's trying his best to avoid glancing at my direction. After watching him pretending to be interested in the carpeting of the floor below him, I begin to feel envy that he's holding a drink, and I'm not. I feel like a loser in the midst of a crowd of people holding their cups of drink.

"I think I need a drink," I mutter to no one in particular and immediately walk my way to find where the beverages are located. I didn't look back to see if my friends were following-or Emmett-I kept on walking and found my way to where the drinks were located.

"Slow down, Phoebe. You might get lost," JD calls out to me before placing a heavy hand on my shoulder, halting me to even take another step forward. His hand was so heavy that he managed to stop my stride and made me turn around to face him. "I'm more familiar with Gillian's house." I bit my lips tightly, fighting the urge to speak up about his familiarity with this house. From the look of my struggling expression, JD might have an idea what I'm preventing myself from saying to him. He gave me an eye roll, "When will you guys forget about the fact that I dated Gillian in the past?"

I shake my head slowly. Behind JD was Jannah who's currently shaking her head with me. "Until our final breath," I manage to say after struggling to speak for a while.

"After all this time, I can't believe you used to date the president of the student council." Jannah adds, making JD turn around to face her.

"It wasn't much of anything." JD shrugs his shoulders, "He was curious. I was there. Then boom, things happened." He lifts his hand in the air, flapping his soft hands in the air as if shooing something. "We ended things on good terms, so there aren't any hard feelings after that." JD turns his gaze between Jannah and I, making sure we understand every word he says.

Jannah and I glance at each other for a couple of seconds before turning back our attention to JD. The last time he explained this to us was him being drunk and sounding hurt about it. And now he's acting as if he hadn't been in pain after what had happened to him and Gillian. Doubt still manages to crept on the back of my neck as I stare down at JD-or in this since he's much taller than I am, stare up at him.