Who They Really Are

twenty-six

Wrong.

Well at least to Kat that was true. She could've been having fun maybe if she would've allowed herself to have more than one drink, or maybe if she knew any of the people who had come.
She'd really underestimated the guys because the house was packed full of people, and they'd really gotten a great party together in just a day.

The music was loud and people were everywhere dancing and drinking, and Kat knew it was just the excitement that the boy's had been looking for.

But as Kat pushed through the tightly packed bodies, looking for a snack, she definitely knew this was not what she'd wanted to be doing on her Friday night. She'd have rather spent it watching movies and talking with Noel, but she didn't want to spoil it for him either. She danced with him for a little while earlier before he'd been dragged away by some people she didn't know, and she'd decided to look for something to eat and something to drink that wasn't some sort of alcohol.

Which is what landed her where she is now. The party was raging on the first two floors, and she was currently in the middle of the living room (she was pretty sure), trying to find the best way to make it to the kitchen.

She'd decided to just start pushing her way through, and she'd almost made it when she slammed into a body, hard.

"Watch where you're fucking going," a nasty voice yells at her. A nasty, familiar voice Kat realizes, and she looks to the side to see who she'd bumped into. The realization hits them both at the same time as they make eye contact.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kat yells at Ciara, mostly so she can hear her over the noise.

"A friend invited me. What are you doing here?" Ciara says, eyeing her up and down. It was obvious she'd had more than a few drinks so far, and she was a bit more than tipsy.

"I live here, actually," Kat replies, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ciara scoffs. "Mhm, I'm sure you do."

"I'm serious, Ciara. I live here, which probably means I could throw you out for being a bitch," Kat says, no longer caring that they were "friends".

"Even if you do live here it's probably just momentarily while you sleep through the whole band. You do have a...reputation," Ciara replies with a laugh.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Kat asks, disgusted.

"It means you're a slut. Obviously," Ciara says with a sneer. "We all know it."

"You obviously never knew me at all then."

"I know what I saw the night of the party in New York," Ciara replies. "And I have the videos, too," she adds, trailing off with a wicked grin.

"What videos?" Kat asks, worry starting to fill her.

Ciara laughs. "You really don't remember anything from that night do you? I have videos of you all over every guy in the club, acting like the desperate whore you are."

"I'm sure you do. That's why you haven't leaked them out yet," Kat replies, though she is still unsure of what Ciara is implying.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for the right moment. Maybe sometime before your big night," Ciara says, starting to walk away but Kat grabs her arm.

"What did I do to make you hate me?" Kat asks, but Ciara just shrugs and makes her way back into the crowd.

That was the final straw. Tears start to sting Kat's eyes, and she pushes her way through the people and up the steps. She practically runs up them as she hurries to Noel's room. She passes Matt's room with the door open on her way and notices a couple making out on his bed. She shudders, hoping she doesn't find that in Noel's room too, and to her relief she finds it empty.