I Meet the Mutt [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

10 | Fandom War

The moment I walked into that dangerous house, I knew I had just waltzed into the lion's den, and said lion was out for blood.

While Josh was probably accepted with open arms since he was popular and all, I was still an outcast because of Victoria. And the Vicki Squad was currently in town as well, hanging at the bar and flirting with the football players.

Typical. Even a popular girl like Harley needs an athletic boyfriend to maintain her status.

It was kind of interesting how Josh didn't participate in any sports in our school and was still very popular. But that didn't mean he wasn't athletic...he was.

"You ready?" he asked, possibly referring to the prospect of having a confrontation with the Vicki Squad. Vicki Squad my ass, more like the Bitchy Squad.

I rolled my eyes. "Hell yes, Reid. I'm ready to take on the world once and for all."

With my very inspirational last words, we advanced into the dance room...and were ambushed by a friendly-looking man.

"Hey! If it isn't Angela, my favorite person in town!"

McClain was definitely drunk. It was going to be a hell of a night.

...

"You don't want to dance, do you?" I casually asked Josh, who was leaning against the wall, watching me. I couldn't dance to save my life and would never want to, but I was curious as to what Josh would say.

He rolled his eyes. "And fail to impress every single girl here? Puh-leeze." He attempted a hair flip again, resulting in his wig nearly falling off.

So moral of the story: Josh couldn't dance either, but he wasn't going to admit that.

"Spencer doesn't do hair flips," I warned him. "You're being very Supernatural today, you know that? Hair flips are taken by Jared Padalecki."

I felt a little weird being that one person striding around while everyone else seemed to be dancing and having fun on the floors. I headed towards the food tables. You can't have a preppy Angela without cheese puffs, especially not at a party.

Just as I was reaching for the closest one to the edge of the bowl, Josh snatched my hand away and wagged a disapproving finger at me. "Careful there," he warned, inspecting the cheese puff. "You never know what could be spiked in the food. Here, let me try it first."

Ignoring my protests, he popped it in his mouth. I had to hide my smile at how sweet and gentlemanly he was, taking the blow for me instead of having me suffer.

I never thought I'd ever call Josh a gentleman, but at this current point in time, he was a very fine one. Must be the Spencer Reid act, since we all knew my baby was also my husband, and no husband of mine could be anything other than gentlemanly.

Tensed, I waited for Josh to pass out or claim there was marijuana in the cheese puffs. According to Logan's legends, pot and other illegal drugs were actually passed around in our small town. Much to my relief, however, he licked his lips and smiled widely at me. "Yum. I want more."

Appalled, I hugged the bowl of cheese puffs to my chest and growled at him as menacingly as I could afford. "Get your own puffs, Robertson!"

Josh leaned in closely and puffed out his cheeks, making them bright red. "Aw, but I'm Reid. Your Reid. Aren't you going to share any with poor Spencer here?"

Right as I was about to respond, a specific stoned man came along, grabbed me by my torso, lifted me up, and released a high-pitched hyena laugh. "Joshie and Angie! My besties have come to my rescue!"