What You Don't See

When Things Couldn't Get Worse

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Jake POV:

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked Megan over the loud music. We were at Victoria's house for her annual party. This would have been the third time I'd been there but this time it felt different. Everything felt different.

She nodded and followed me to the kitchen. Before we made it through the door I noticed Brian Costanza hovering over some chick. One arm was holding him up against the wall and his other was stroking her cheek, completely trapping her. Just the sight of him turned my whole mood around.

"Hold on a second." I said half-heartedly to Megan and turned towards where Brian was.

When I reached him I shoved him off the short brunette and turned him so his back was against the wall. My left hand was pressed against his shoulder as my right forearm pushed at the base of his neck causing my elbow to dig into his other shoulder. I knew I caught him of guard because he looked terrified. So terrified that if this wasn't so important I would have laughed.

"I'm only going to say this once, stay away from Brooke. Don't even talk to her. Understand?" I growled pushing my arm further into his neck causing him to wince in pain.

He nodded slightly so I released him and saw the brunette had backed away, looking at me like I was psycho killer on a rampage.  

"He has Chlamydia." I spat at her, causing her to let out a squeal of disgust and march off.

I walked back to where Megan was waiting. She shifted from one foot to the other, a sign that she was uncomfortable. The ache of guilt rose at my chest for the second time that night. 

"What'd you say to him?" She asked when I finally reached her.

I looked down for a moment. Not sure what to say. I tried to come up with an excuse to leave and go find Brooke but couldn't actually bear to see the look on her face if I told her. Although, it was clear that my mood had already ruined the night for the both of us.

Sweat dripped from my forehead as the anger slowly flowed through me again. This is why I hate when Brooke comes to these stupid parties. Every time she does it goes one of two ways: I either get so wasted that I no longer notice the amount of douche bags staring at her ass, or I try to punch them all in the face.

"Just told him to stay away from Brooke." I decided after a few deep breaths.

She nodded and looked away from me. I rubbed my hand over my face, suddenly exhausted.

"So..." She smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and then reached out to lace our fingers together.

The heaviness in my chest began to pull at me again. All my life I had buried my sexual frustrations in the same type of girl. The type of girl that I had no interest in pursuing. I told myself that if I never develop feelings for the girls I sleep with, then there won't be any confusion. As long as they know that I don't want to be in a relationship with them, then come the next day, I can move on with my life. I'm emotionally unavailable and I always will be. I make sure that every girl I'm seeing knows that.

Except for now. Megan was the first nice girl that I'd ever hooked up with and ever since, its been eating away at me. She's not the type of girl that you just walk away from. And even though it isn't what she deserves, I have to. Because what she does deserve, is someone who will put her first. 

Before I could say anything to Megan, Victoria and a couple other girls who looked familiar came into the kitchen laughing like hyenas. I rolled my eyes at them. Wearing close to nothing, it was as if they were always competing against each other over who could wear less clothing. And as terrible as it was, they were all perfect examples of the type of girl I usually go for.