Young Love Lost

Chapter Twelve

Sorry I took so long guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was kind of interesting to write. (:

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Let's just say, I was really inexperienced in partying.

When I ended up getting to Oliver's my whole body was shaking, just imagining how many people I knew from school were in there. Why did Oliver invite me anyways?

I took a breath and looked at everyone racing everywhere. Whatever, I don't even care.

Jumping out of my car, I pulled out my cell phone and keys. I walked over to the house all nonchalant, and then it hit me. No one was looking at me, feeling pity, or crying at the sight of me. They were all laughing with each other, having a good time. When did I ever get to feel like this again? I wanted to smile too.

Instantly, as if my thoughts were answered, a boy came up to me pulling my arm. I didn't know who he was, but he definitely brought a smile to my face. In the background, Moves Like Jagger was on. He pulled me into the heated crowd, and we just danced.

My whole body was moving to the music, something I didn't know I could do. How did my hips move like that? His ragged breath I could hear in my ear, and my body responded by melting into his. It surprised me, but I don't think thinking with your head was appropriate at a party. When the song ended, Roll with Sean Kingston and Flo Rida was on. People screamed at this, like it was some old, lost song they forgot about.

This time I left the guy, pushing my way through people. Sure, it was fun dancing but I needed to see Oliver. When I spotted him in the kitchen taking out a beer, I kind of laughed to myself. He would be doing that.

Oliver stopped, turned, looked at me, and then motioned me over. I strutted my way towards him, leaning my elbows on his small kitchen table-esque thing. Look, I don't know the term, okay?

Anyways, Oliver's been staring at me all weird for about two seconds, so I say, "Why'd you even invite me?"

He thinks this is hilarious, and laughs it up. He stops his laughing long enough to speak. "Think you're special, don't you? I just called everyone in my contacts."

I rolled my eyes mumbling, "Well, isn't that just the funniest thing since sliced cheese."

He hears me though, and chuckles at what I say. But he's also got this really wry smile on his face, like he knows something I don't. "Hey, let's not be enemies. I mean you did show up to the party, so that's got to be a good sign. Want a beer?"

I ignore his weirdness, (if that even is a word) and grab the beer out of his hand. I take a sip, and purse my lips looking at him. I'm not sure what to do...

"Confused?" he laughs.

I just slant my eyes at him, taking another sip of my beer. I was itching to dance again, but I wanted to pace myself. This was too weird: dancing, drinking, and smiling.

"Looks like this party's getting out of control," I smile.

People were breaking things, rushing all over the house; it was natural scenery for Oliver though.

"Happens all the time. My parents will pay for it."

I nod my head, but I'm still not convinced.

"Hey, want to go do something worthwhile?" he asks me.

Hm, well I guess I should do something with my life. With another swig of my beer, I nod my head yes, and follow Oliver. He's heading toward his room, and I know if he tries one wrong move with me, I'm kicking him where it hurts. But I can tell he won't try to do that, because when we get into his room there are at least six other people in the room.