You Know He's A Keeper When He Quotes Bruno Mars

Chapter 7

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We opened the front door and take a moment to watch from outside.

The lights were dimmed and there were people everywhere. I mean, if I thought the midnight match was bad, this was ten times worse. Not that it was bad. It was just crowded, loud music so I couldn't hear myself think. Maybe that's why parties were so great? They stop people from thinking. All you can concentrate on is the bass that seems to make your insides shudder. Just music. Nothing else.

I waited for everyone to walk in ahead of me so they could lead the way. Effy barged in, completely in her element, strutting her trademark strut, peering seductively around her. Beth skipped through, like the ballerina she was dressed as. Darren and the rest of the guys followed them. They all knew I'd follow.

"After you," I heard a voice say softly and I spun around. I had thought I was the last of everyone.

Logan stood there, holding the door open for me. His eyes were on me in that steady way that kept me so calm when he was around. I glanced at the arm that was holding the door open, his tanned bicep bulging out beneath his shirt. I let my eyes slide down his body, examining his lean figure, wondering what was underneath ...

"Whenever you're ready," he said, knocking me out of my thoughts. There was a smirk on his lips and his eyes twinkled with mischief. I guess I should've been more scared, going to a stranger's party with some boy that looked like he wanted nothing more than a good time. But instead, I smiled at him, completely at ease, and walked inside.

He followed after me, his hands on my waist so I didn't get lost in the crowd.

It felt nice, not being the last anymore. Haviing someone there to keep me safe. Not following, but being followed.

We walked into the kitchen together. I couldn't help but notice the heads that turned when we walked into the room. Everyone looking at someone else. Probably Logan. There was no denying his good looks.

"Will I get you anything?" he asked me, shouting over the music.

"Just some water, please," I shouted back. He nodded.

"Stay right here!" He started to make his way towards the sink at the other side of the room.

So I stayed right there, leaning against the fridge. I needed it to cool me down. It was far too stuffy in here.

Some rowdy guys came in with a football. I could hear them before I saw them. They staggered in, cheering and shouting and waving their arms about, throwing this football around. The teenage girl who owned the house ran around after them, screaming at them to try and get them to leave. They didn't listen though. They just kept throwing the ball to one another until it got closer aand closer to my direction and then -

Ow. It hit me square in the forehead.

What is it with guys throwing footballs at me lately?

But this time it really hurt. I stumbled on my feet, until I was lying down on the floor. People started crowding around me, asking me if I was okay, pawing at me. I heard guys wolf whistling so I quickly sat up and adjusted my dress.

"I am so sorry!" a voice said to me and I looked around to see who it was.

It was Stephen, that guy from the pool.

Like the last time someone hit me with a football, Stephen didn't look as genuine as Darren had. Partly because Stephen was drunk and his eyes were bloodshot and his words were jumbled up into another.