Not (Complete)

Chapter 19

---Kyle's pov---

"Heyy~" I hear a slightly slurred high pitch voice say next to me.

I turn and see a drunk Bebe standing next to me.

"Why aren't you dancin'?" She asks grabbing onto my shoulder.

I felt compelled to tell her to leave me alone, but instead I just shrugged off her hand, "I don't dance."

It's not that I "don't dance." It's that I'd rather not have to talk to you or be near you or anyone else at this god damn party.

"Oooh, c'mon! You should dance!" She says grabbing my arm and pulling me away, "You need to drink somethin'!" She exclaims thrusting a cup at me.

I take the cup and dump it out on a house plant that was next to us.

She doesn't to notice, or maybe she just doesn't care.

"C'mon, pleasssse dance with me!"

I push her away from me so she's not clinging onto me and shake my head, "No. I don't want to dance."

"K-"

"Bebe, leave him alone," I hear someone say.

I turn and see Stan standing there.

Bebe pouts at him, "Why should I?"

"Cuz I said so!" Stan says grabbing my arm.

Oh god.