The Popular Girl (Weston Koury) DISCONTINUED**

Chapter 3

that photo of Weston younger  ahaha

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Kyra's Pov

"Hey, I was waiting. Wait, why'd you bring the nerd?" greeted by a happy, but soon turned into a confused and angered Blake.

"If you do anything to her or our crew, I swear I will beat you up" Blake grabbed Weston's wrist, might I add, tightly.

"Relax! I brought him here so he could open up to the world."

"Hey! It's not like I've never been outside!" Weston complained and pouted.

"That's not what I meant, but I wouldn't be surprised." I giggled.

"So uh, do you want a drink Kyra? By the way, you look smokin'!" Blake says, looking at up and down and biting his lip. I laughed, but I honestly hate drinking though.

I slightly nodded anyway, looked at Weston, and he just shook his head. I guess he never had a taste of alcohol in his life.

Blake walked away to go get a drink, and I found a couch, and gestured Weston to come.

"Hey, I have to go find my friends, is it fine if I just leave you here?"

He nodded. And I took off.

"Hey Ky! Where the heck were you!" I turned around and there was a buzzed Audrey.

"I was running a bit late, by the way, you look hot!" I yelled over the loud music. Audrey was wearing a skin tight red dress and hot red stilettos. Probably to impress Jacob of course. Speaking of Jacob...

"Hey babygirl howw are ya doin, oh I Kyra I didn't see you dude" A pretty drunk Jacob says, putting his arm over Audrey and kissing her neck.

"Ew guys, I don't need to see this, I'm gonna go find Kathy." I said, laughing while walking away.

I walked over to the kitchen where there was a few boys playing beer pong and screaming. Kathy and Mark were beside the countertops making out, so I didn't wanna interfere with that.

After seeing way to much face eating from my friends, I went to go find Weston. He was talking to a girl that was touching him, a lot.

was I bothered? no. I didn't like this nerd. I had higher standards.

"Hey, I was trying to find you again but I lost you" Blake said behind me, tapping my shoulder, making me jump.

"Oh hi." All I said in return. I took the drink, that was a weird brown, that he gave me and pretended to drink it, even though I didn't. Blake chugged it, and was immediately a bit tipsy. Glad I didn't drink that.

"Yo, let's go over to the couches cutie." Blake slurred, grabbing my wrist slightly and dragging me. We sat down and he was definitely more talkative, and more flirty.

"Wait, so why'd you bring that lame nerd again?"

"Blake, that's not nice to say."

"Babe, I can give you a lot more than he can give you" He says confidently, scooting closer and leaning in.

I scooted back, and before answering, I looked around to see where Weston was, and he was occupied with another girl all over him.

sigh.

"Whatcha lookin for girl I'm right here" Blake says, and moving my chin toward him. and he was leaning in again.

I couldn't be doing this, especially with Blake. But then again, I'm young and I'm sure Weston wouldn't get mad or anything. why am I caring about Weston? blake is one smoking guy and he's right here in front of you. C'mon go for it.

I leaned in also. Our lips touches and it was a small spark. Not fireworks. But just enough to have me want more. He was getting into it, and his breath tasted like a nasty 99 cent store beer.  He slid his tongue in, and I jumped and pulled away.

"Did I do something wrong babe?" He says, looking still tipsy but sort of sincere.

"Blake, I'm really sorry but I can't do this with you. Your my best friend and I don't wanna change that."

"C'mon Kyra. You never do anything fun with me, ever. I want you. I've always thought you were gorgeous and I wished you were mine" He says, while sliding his hands up and down my thigh, with his other arm around me, making me shiver.

"I don't know Blake."

"What am I doing wrong? Is it someone else? Is it that nerd? Oh I swear I'm gonna-" He yells, starting to stand up.

"No, Blake stop. I don't like him. I just don't know if I want anything right now." I say, grabbing his hand from going to Weston.

"Your getting really confusing right now, I'm just going to go have some more drinks." Blunt. Well there's nothing else here, everyone else is busy, even Weston. I pull out my phone and scroll through my Instagram.

*beep*

Unknown number: You look pretty cute tonight, come dance with me ;)

Serious? I thought this only happened in movies and fan fictions. It's also stupid. How the hell am I supposed to know who you are if you don't state your name and your number is blocked. Whatever.

I stood up from where I was and decided to go get something to drink. But something stopped me, and grabbed my hand.