I Hate You . . . I Think

Punches and Laundry

Here it is! I am posting it early because I had so much fun writing it. I hope that you guys like it:) I loved writing in a different character’s point of view for a change. Please read, vote, and comment. Let me know what you think. Please let my know if I made any character name mistakes. I tried to fix all the ones I aw, but one might have slipped through the cracks. Thank you! The song for this chapter is Closer by Mexicolas. 

Chapter 22: Punches and Laundry

Vi

I want to be anywhere but here right now. People are running around from my school acting like drunk idiots, and after the drunk people that I ran into at the last party that I came to, I am a little more nervous than normal. Normally I wouldn’t really care because Low and I always come to parties together, but she and Seth are having dinner with her family and won’t be here until later.

I smile when the thought of my best friend and cousin come to mind. I can’t believe that they are actually dating. The past couple of years have definitely been hard. I have a sense of loyalty to Seth because Seth is my family, but Low is my best friend and is just like a sister to me. When they came to school last week and I saw them making out I was the happiest person on the planet. I still am. I just hope that if something ever happens to their relationship, I don’t have to choose between the two of them. I know that both of them would never make me do that, but it’s hard being stuck between two important people in my life all the time.

Hopefully both of them will be here soon. I texted Low a couple of minutes ago. I knew that she would be looking for an escape to save my cousin from her dad anyway. Personally I think that a little scaring session from Low’s dad is enough to make sure that Seth never hurts her. If I wasn’t desperate to have my best friend here, I would have let Seth stay there all night and be threatened by her dad.

The air in the room is hot and the music is so loud that I can barely hear myself think. I try to look around for someone to talk to, but all of my friends in this room are dancing. I’m not really up to that right now. When I go into the kitchen I relax slightly when I see a good chunk of my friends. 

I grab a beer from the counter and start a conversation with Mariah about how her relationship with her boyfriend is going. Her boyfriend was a senior last year and was one of the stars on the football team. University of Oregon picked him up last year on a football scholarship and Mariah has talked to me a couple of times about how hard it is to have a long distance relationship.

She’s talking about the latest fight that she and her boyfriend had when I feel someone come up from behind me. I turn around and see Christopher grinning down at me.

“Hey Vi,” he says, and with those two words, I am on cloud nine.

Christopher sits next to me in Chemistry and is about the only thing that has made that class bearable. I am not a very academic person, so Chemistry might as well be Russian. Christopher keeps me distracted from Tonkin’s boring speeches about the chemical bonding hydrogen molecule crap that I am supposed to learn.

With his blonde hair, blue eyes, toned body, and quarterback position on the football team, he is the all american athlete at our school. To say that I have a crush on him would be an understatement. It’s too bad that there is a shot in hell that he would ever like me, the artsy girl with the hot pink hair. God! But he’s so nice and sweet and damn the boy just makes me want to melt like butter.

“Hi Christopher,” I sigh.

“I’ll talk to you later Vi,” Mariah giggles and turns back to a group of my friends that are all giggling at the boy in front of me.

“I’m glad to see you here,” he says. 

“Really?”

He nods and grins at me, accentuating the two dimples in his cheeks. God this boy is gorgeous.