1 Night, 5 Hearts

Chapter 5 || English Lessons from Johnny Tsunami

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Emmett doesn't like Anna. Great. If it's Celsey, I might actually have to kill him!

You don't trade in one friend for another. I don't care how much you think you love them. Seriously though, when he first began the Anna thing, I was a complete skeptic, but them together didn't really change anything, so I was behind it, but now. Ugh.

The party has just started and Emmett is nowhere to be found. Perfect. I really hope he is getting his crap together before talking to Anna because I was being dead serious when I told him I would tell her if he didn't. Both Anna and Celsey are like sisters to me and yeah, Ethan and Emmett are like brothers, but sisters come before brothers; ask anyone.

Anna and Celsey arrived an hour ago and the two looked drop dead gorgeous. What's so funny is they didn't even notice the trail of eyes that followed them in. Yes. Anna and Celsey are the power girls at the school, but not in the, 'I have arrived, everybody adore me' more like in the 'everybody wants to be their friend because of how cool they are' kind of way. Because of those two there will never be a Regina George at Nelson High. If you don't get the reference. You are a lucky duck. Being friends with two girls, means chick flicks all the time and yes, that means the ultimate Mean Girls, but I have a confession to make; I actually like chick flicks.

I have over the years become somewhat of a romantic. Most guys are. Have you noticed the authors of half the classic romances were written by men; author of Anna Karenina a dude, author of The Notebook a dude, author of The Great Gaspy a dude, The Scarlet Letter a dude, The Princess Bride a dude, Romeo and Juliet, well would you look at that, he's a dude. Even classic movie franchises like Star Wars, Indiana Jones, and Star Trek have some kind of love interest and don't feed me some crap about how it pulls in the ladies.

What I'm trying to get at is that men are probably bigger romantics than women. We just do a better job of hiding.

"Yo Bryan, rad party, man!" Seth from metals, yells to me. I swear that guy is on something. He talks like he took English lessons from Johnny Tsunami; old Disney Channel represent!

The entire senior class is here and thankfully all keys have been placed in the jar. Everyone has agreed to either spend the night or walk home. I may be the king of parties, a title passed down to be by David Harrison, the past king of parties, himself, but I also, refuse to let anyone Drink and Drive. In my book it is ranked as the stupidest thing a person can do. Not only are you endangering yourself, but everyone around you. Only selfish people act so foolishly.

Last year, our class participated in an Every 15 Minute demonstration. In which, from the start of the school day to the end one student every 15 minutes was taken out of class and replaced with a rose, signifying their death. One of the people chosen was Ethan because he is a pretty big deal on campus. People either love him or hate, but either way they know him.

Anyway, later in the day they put together this demonstration of a car accident with a few students, three were killed and one was arrested. The following week Ethan didn't come to school and on the last day there was a funeral, where his housekeeper, Lydia, spoke. She was in tears. I sat in the bleachers with Emmett, Anna, and Celsey bawling our eyes out. Let's just say ever since that day the Key Jar has been heavily enforced at my parties.

Turning the corner towards the kitchen, I see Emmett, who looks to have already had a few beers in him. Getting closer, he meets my eyes and says, "I told her." He looks crushed. No joke, he looks as though he was just in a car accident that didn't cause any visible injuries.

"I may not have loved her the way she wanted me too, but I still care about her. And I think-I think I shattered her heart," he told me, looking down at the glass in his hand. Then, he met my eyes. "Bryan, did you hear me? I broke Anna's heart," he said to me downing another drink. He rubbed his face and ran his hands through his hair. "What do I do, now?" he asked.

"Drink. Have fun. You were honest. She will heal with time. Now, this is a party, so stop being so glum, go dance," I say, because not only is watching this actually making me physically ill, but I'm proud of him for telling the truth to Anna. Telling the truth when you know it has the potential to hurt someone is way hard; anyone, who says otherwise, has never done it. Plus, I can't have him being this pitiful mess, the entire night. No fun, will be had, tonight!

Taking my advice, he nods and makes his way to the living room turned dance room. Last, I saw he was fist pumping and screaming the words to heavily house mixed song.

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