Condom ; j.g

t h r e e

Effie Evans

It was the afternoon before I was going to the party with Jack and I still had no clue what I was going to wear.

And as usual I could always count on Nate to not help at all.

He willingly obliged to come dress shopping with me, but soon started to complain when I'd actually started looking at and trying on dresses.

I held another dress up against my body, coughing in an attempt to steal Nate's attention away from his phone.

He looked up for barely a second, muttering an abrupt reply. "Too short."

I rolled my eyes. "Nate, this is a knee-length dress."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'm not very good at this sort of thing. Maybe you should have asked lover boy to come with you instead."

I huffed, trudging off in the direction of the changing room that contained all of the other dresses I'd picked out.

"I can't believe you're so butthurt about me going to a party with Jack." I said quietly.

"I'm not butthurt. I just don't like the guy, who knows what his intentions are." He muttered.

I walked over to his slouched, sitting figure, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

"You know, I love that you're looking out for me, but I'm old enough to make decisions myself."

He nodded, finally placing his phone back into his front pocket and pulling me down onto his lap.

"Maybe I just care too much." He said quietly, almost at the volume of a whisper.

**

I cautiously weaved my way in between the masses of people that were crammed into the large house.

Jack held out his hand behind him and I grabbed it, feeling a bit more secure that I wouldn't lose him in the crowd of gyrating bodies.

The house was very tastefully decorated, with expensive looking ornaments and furniture.

Man, this kid's parents were gonna be hella pissed when they found out their thousand dollar armchair had an unidentifiable blue substance spilt all over it.

This is why I don't have parties at my house.

I don't think my mom would let me back into the house if I allowed it to get completely trashed.

Jack lead me to a slightly smaller room at the back of the house, with significantly fewer people inside.

We walked over to where two blonde boys stood, with bottles in their hands, unsubtly admiring a leggy brunette nearby.

They smiled at the sight of Jack, doing that weird handshake that every boy seems to do when seeing another boy.

Personally I just preferred squealing and demanding a piggyback when I saw my friends.

The boy with a grey-ish tint to his hair, glared at Jack.

"So who's the pretty young lady?" He asked.

Jack pulled me into his side. I had a feeling it wasn't an intimate gesture, more like a territorial, 'hands off' thing.

But I got to inhale his cologne discreetly, so I didn't mind what the reason was.