I Think i'm in Love with my Gay Best Friend

Chp.2

Tonight is the night of one of the biggest parties. Everyone dresses up fancy, gets drunk, and dances to the music all night long.

Basically like every other teenage party, but for some reason this is the "best" party. And if u don't get invited or just don't go then u are considered un cool. I'm surprised we even got invited since what happened last year at the party.

I was currently at Cody's house getting ready along with some other friends. It took us a good bit of time, but when we were all finished getting glammed up for tonight, we crammed in to Cody's truck and headed towards the party.

Once we got closer we could hear the loud music coming from the house. I already know it's gonna be packed with people inside and outside probably drunk already when its only 10pm and this party last until like 5am depending on when the cops come.

I was sure right. There where people having trouble moving and guys all over girls trying to get them in bed with them. I bet you that all the guys goal tonight is to get at least 1 girl in bed with them tonight.

"This party is gonna be sick!", Cody's friend Jake yelled over the music.

Jake has been by Cody's side for a long time and was like the only guy friend that didn't leave him when he told him he was gay. The rest of his friends did, but not really in a mean way they just stopped inviting him places and eventually stopped talking to him.

When we stepped into the house I got a mouth full of the alcohol and sweat mixed.

I was never really a big fan of the smell of alcohol, but I love going to parties so I've gotten use to dealing with it.

"Anybody up for shots", someone yelled from across the room. Well I might as well enjoy the night and have some fun I thought, while heading over towards the guy that asked it.

"Hmm..what a young pretty girl. You don't look like the type to do this", he said which angered me. now I'm gonna show him who's the boss at this.

I then grabbed a shot, and he grabbed one shortly after.

I've now lost count of how many shots I've taken and I think I'm about done saying as I could barely walk and any second there will be barf all over the place.

I felt someone grab my shoulder and guide me to somewhere, but I could care less who and to where.

"Here's some water", the owner of the hand said.

"Thank you...who ever you may be", I say staring at him trying to figure out who he was. He had long, flippy, blonde hair and blue eyes. Yup, that typical dream guy, but there was just something that said stay away. He is waste of time. He will just hurt you.

I took the water, and began to walk away, but was shortly stopped by him saying, "Wait I didn't get a name". But then decided to continue walking on without turning around, because I knew that was probably the best for me.