The Hottie Next Door

Chapter 4: Unexpected Relations

Chapter 4

I stood in front of the mirror, casually turning to the side, tilting my head, and examining my reflection. I looked at my stomach, then my behind, and sighed. This dress was definitely not the one.

"It's not good," I muttered. "I don't like it. It's not flattering at all. How will I look at the party? Like an idiot..." I slumped my shoulders and laughed at Beth's unimpressed face.

"You're right, you are an idiot," she replied, exasperated. "Fifth time, Em. Fifth time you've changed your dress! It's getting annoying. Just pick a black one and wear it." She sighed. I nodded, agreeing, but didn't grab a black dress.

I looked back into my closet and spotted a long white dress. I pulled it out and showed it to Beth. "What do you think? It's nice, right? This is the one!"

Beth stared at me, her eyes twitching with frustration, and I swear she was about to hit me, but then we heard a knock on the door.

"Sweetheart, come down for a second. I need to talk to you. And bring some food up for Beth." I silently groaned, dragging my feet down the stairs.

"Yeah, what's up?" I slid into the kitchen and turned up the volume on the TV. My mom slapped my arm and muted it.

"I'm only letting you go to the party because Beth's going, and I trust her," my mom said. "Plus, it's your last year of school before university."

I mentally sighed. Yeah, right—Beth being trustworthy? She'd probably be passed out on the lawn ten minutes into the party.

"Okay, I understand. Thanks, Mom!" I quickly ran up the stairs to find Beth already dressed, curling her hair. Wow, she was fast.

I started with my makeup and straightened my hair, slipping into my dress and pulling on my heels.

After saying goodbye to my mom and grabbing my portable charger, I slid into the passenger seat of Beth's car. I looked over at her. "Are we ready to go?"

"What song do you want?" Beth asked, glancing at me with a grin. I gave her a nod and a hand signal, and she queued up Kiiara's Gold. My shoulders started moving to the beat.

"Do you think there will be any cute guys?" I asked, glancing at Beth. The moment I said it, I grimaced. ERGH. Guys. They were always a hassle. I knew they only went out with you for one of two things: sex or to brag about how many girlfriends they had.

"No way," I muttered, shaking my head. "Beth, look out for weirdos. Don't go jumping on any guys. Do you really think cute guys will be at this party?"

She sighed. "You're right. Why do I always think I'll find a guy who actually understands me?"

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, smiling softly. Beth always wanted to find a guy who loved her personality more than her looks or popularity. After a rough breakup, she had given up on finding someone who wasn't an idiot.

We could hear the music from the party in the distance as the house came into view. People started coming into focus on the porch, talking and drinking. Beth parked the car, and we both got out. I nodded at her, took a deep breath, and linked my arm with hers as we walked inside.

I carefully maneuvered around people dancing in the living room, eventually finding some drinks. I handed Beth a glass of water, grabbed some cola for myself, and mentally noted to never come to a party again. I was already sure this would either end with the cops showing up or a sea of drunk people and drama.

"Sit tight," I told Beth. "I'm going to use the bathroom."

Beth's POV:

I sat there, bored out of my mind, tapping my feet on the ground while waiting for Emma to come back. I shooed off every guy who tried to hand me a drink or make small talk. "No, thank you," I said every time, sinking deeper into silence. When was she coming back?

Just then, a guy tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to look at him, annoyed.

"You look bored. Want a drink?" he asked, his voice sounding too familiar.

"No thanks, I'm good." I turned back to my phone, hoping he'd take the hint.

"Why are you being so difficult?" he asked, sounding more persistent than before.

I turned back to face him, grinding my teeth to stop myself from swearing. "I'm not being difficult. I said no. So get lost."

He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. I slapped his hand away, but he didn't budge.

Before I could do anything else, a deep, masculine voice interrupted. "I think the lady said no."

I looked up, trying to place the voice, and my eyes locked on a tall guy with a soft shade of brown hair. My heart fluttered slightly as he approached. He was wearing a black fitted shirt and black jeans, and I could see his muscles flexing as he moved.

He pushed the guy off me and ordered him to leave. I stared, surprised, as he turned to me. "Come with me," he said, taking my hand ever so slightly. I felt him squeeze it, ensuring I wasn't imagining it. He ushered me out of the crowd.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to make sense of everything.

He paused, looking at me with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

I nodded, but he didn't answer my question. "I'm fine, but you didn't answer me."

"My name is Noah."

"Noah? Do you go to the same school as me?" I asked, a little breathless. "I think I've seen you around, but we've never actually met."

Noah ruffled his hair and motioned to the porch's steps. "Let's sit down."

TBC...________________________________

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