A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Bree's P.O.V

I laid in bed staring up at my canopy starfish style lamenting on my situation once again. Only two things or should I say people were on my mind. Luka was first and foremost my biggest regret and thoughts of him seemed to plague me no matter what I did. He had loved me despite my unwillingness to accept it but I needed to seriously come to grips with our relationship. Did I love him? Yes I still did despite everything; I would always care for him because he had been my first love, my first everything but he'd made it all an epic failure. After all I went through after he left, all the sadness I bore, what was there left to be said. He had left and taken my heart with him; he had a wife and a child and despite his desperate attempts to stay together it was what it was. Truthfully, I hated him for it but I knew I no longer had any right to be mad. I was the one who made everything a mess and I was the one who had to put a stop to it for good but could I?

I honestly feel like all I ever do is go around in circles even though I've said that I've made up my mind. Then there was Ian Michaels....sigh. He was so frustrating ; he had the worst intentions towards me but why was he such a big contradiction. Like today at lunch claiming he wants to go on a first date. I was so baffled that all I could do was to agree with him. What's even more irritating is that he was acting like we're a real couple and it's some big surprise. He was the type of guy who showed you what a perfect relationship could be like, you could see his potential but at the same time you knew that was something you'd never have. I could clearly see why so many girl fell for him. His perverse behaviour was endearing, he reminded me of what I was missing and gave me the urge to touch him. He brought out the bad girl in me and I didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

With a sigh I pushed off my bed grabbed my bag, threw my keys and phone in it and made my way to my car. My family had left for Atlanta about two hours ago and the others were already at the party. Somehow during the course of the day I had lost my excitement to attend but I decided I'd go anyway.

I found them all on the dance floor as soon as I got there and watched with amusement as they dance battled some other girls that I've never seen before. After they demolished the challengers Jessica spotted me and they rushed over.

"You're late," she complained pulling me into a bear hug.

"I almost didn't come," I admitted.

"What?" she screeched.

"Now now," Emma interjected. "The point is that she's here now."

"Fine,"Jessica pouted and we all laughed.

"You guys are fierce!" I complimented them with a finger snap.

"Of course!" Amber grinned with a hair flip.

They filled me in on what I had missed and before I knew I'd had a couple of drinks and was getting into the spirit of things. Eventually I had the most extreme urge to dance and we all hit the dance floor but something didn't feel right. It was like I was overly excited and the room seemed a lot more bright and festive than it did when I first entered. Yes things were lively but somehow I felt a little overwhelmed.

"Do you feel weird?" I shouted into Amber's ear but she kept on dancing like her life depended on. "I'm going to the bathroom," I tried again and assumed that the head bob that she gave me was a nod.

I locked myself in the bathroom and dug out my phone but my keys fell on the ground and a hysterical giggle escaped my lips. Wtf was wrong me? I slap my hand across my lips thankful for the absence of lipstick. I knew I wasn't drunk since I'd barely thrown back three cups of beer deciding to leave the hard liquor out tonight. So what was the hysterics about and why the hell did I feel like I just drank a case of red bull?