How to Date Someone You Hate

Chapter 11: The Party, part 1 (Warren)

It's Saturday, and life is still hectic.

People still whisper about me being a cheater, but Mavis is basically a nobody again. She's pretty much a nobody to me too right now.

No banter, no teasing, not even actual fighting. She just acts like I don't exist. It's for the best, I guess. I still have a bad reputation.

But I can't think about her right now. No. It's the day of Jasons party, and I have to focus on finding my sweatpants for the party. Yes. Sweatpants. I'm not going to the met gala.

I find my pants and slip them on. I'm wearing a black t-shirt with a grey zip up hoodie to match my pants.

I finish it off with a chain just to give off the fuckboy look that people expect of me.

Why do they expect the fuckboy look? 

Well, one, I'm an athlete who is pretty popular, and two, I'm Italian (Well, half Italian. My birth dad is Welsh). For some reason everyone thinks Italians are sexy. It's an age-old stereotype.

Anyway, back to reality. 

I'm not sure if Mavis is coming to the party or not. But if she is, she's probably gonna have to ride with me. At least, she would have to if my parents knew I was going to a party. They think I'm going to Brians house. Brians parents will lie to my parents for me, so we're good. 

I'm surprised that Jason didn't uninvite me, but he did message me to see if the rumors were true. I said no, of course, and tried to explain, but Jason said he honestly didn't care and was just glad there was drama outside of fist fights for once. 

Even when we were younger, his motto was "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, entertainment is entertainment." He's probably gonna go be on a real housewife's type show after high school. Or at least live like he is. 

I get a text from Brian, who says he's picking me up in 4 minutes. I head downstairs after giving my ferrets head scratches and open the door to wait. Outside the door, I see Mavis standing in her driveway.  

She looks over at me with a panicked expression but doesn't say anything. I decide to take the hint and ignore her. 

It's hard to though, because she looks gorgeous. She's wearing a cropped black tank top and a red plaid skirt with some strappy heels. Her shoulder length hair is in a ponytail with her bangs separated by chunky hair clips.  A bit too formal for the party, since most people will be in jeans and t-shirts, but she's hot nevertheless. Not like she wasn't before. Uh- I mean- Never mind. 

We stand in silence for a few minutes until Brian pulls up. I quickly get in the car trying not to stare at Mavis. Brian clearly sees her though. He smirks and lets out a low whistle. "Damn, I wouldn't blame you if you actually did cheat on Allison with her." I don't reply to him and just look anywhere but the direction of Mavis.

Brian is bi and very flirty to everyone. Lance knows that Brian only has eyes for him, but that doesn't make him any less uneasy. 

"Brian, I'm right here." Lance scoffs. "Don't worry baby, you look much better in your dress."

Lance is wearing a light pink babydoll dress with strawberries on it and white ballet flats. Lance believes that clothes have no gender, which I whole heartedly agree with. Lance slays in dresses, but he can't wear them at school because the teachers are shit heads. 

Brian starts driving down the road and we see another car pass us, probably to pick up Mavis. I really wish she wasn't coming to the party, because I know for a fact that something is gonna happen. It's a classic trope! A two girl face off because of a guy. Or is it the other way around?

Maybe I watch too many teen dramas with Brian.