A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 27

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Blake's P.O.V

This was bad.

No wait, not bad. How about horrible? I'm going to go with that.

Dylan slapped me on the back. "Nice party so far, dude." I rolled my eyes.

"You mean my party that wasn't planned?"

Dylan grinned. "Those kinds of parties are the best." I felt like hitting my head against a wall right now. But even that wouldn't even make the swarms of sweaty, drunken bodies go away.

It wasn't my intention to throw a party. I didn't even think about the idea really. It wasn't until Kelsey and Abby arrived at my doorstep at 7:30 with chips, and smiling faces. I was confused to say the least.

So, I stood there until they pushed past me into my house. Sure it was a Friday night, and all teens liked to party. But that didn't make it okay to have an unplanned party in my house. Thank the Lord that my mother wasn't here.

"Word on the street is that this party was supposed to be lame, but this party is so not lame!" A girl I've never seen before said while giggling. Oh great. She was drunk. It was only 8:12 and already half the people here were. I heard the doorbell ring, and pushed past the giggling girl. Closing my eyes, and opening the door, I took a deep breath. I did not need anymore people here.

"Evelyn," I sighed in relief when I saw her standing there with Lily, who was holding a bag of store- bought pretzels.

"Can we come in?" She teased, even though she should know that she's welcome inside my house anytime. I stepped to the side to let them through. As soon as Lily stepped inside, I blocked Evelyn from coming in. "Hey!" She yelled, but her face showed concern when she noticed the stress, and tiredness on my face. "What's wrong?"

I stepped outside, shutting the front door in the process. I sighed, and looked up at the sky. "I don't know. This party wasn't planned." I said softy. I glanced at her as frowned.

"Well, I got a text saying that you were throwing a party at your house Friday night."

Surprised, I shook my head. That didn't make sense. "I never sent a text to you saying that."

"No. You sent it to everyone."

My mouth hung open in shock. "E-everyone?" I stuttered.

Evelyn looked even more confused. "Not everyone. Just the majority of our grade." I groaned and leaned my back against the door, closing my eyes again.

My Friday night was not going great so far.

"See?" I heard her say. I opened my eyes to see Evelyn's phone in front of me, with a text from a number I didn't recognize. It read: Hey everybody, there is Blake Carter. Listen, there's a party at my house tonight at 7:30. Bring snacks and drinks, but don't say anything about it in case word gets around and the cops here about it. Thanks! Hope to see you all there :)

"Evelyn that sounds nothing like I would say. And don't you think I would have told you about a party if I threw one?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe you wanted it to be a surprise?"

I shook my head again. What bothers me the most, was that I didn't know who sent that text and why they would.

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