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"Typical" I mumbled. I could see everything that was going on in the party. From the different bodies swaying to the beat of the music, to the skanks in their short skirts grinding up on very "happy" guys.
I could see the Goths and punks standing in the corner looking like the Emo people some wanted to be and the ones some truly were. All of the other cliques were scattered throughout the house only associating with their own people. People were meeting up and talking to one another about this and that.
All of the conversations mixed with the deafening music and the fact that I really didn't want to be there, was starting to give me a headache. Supersensitive hearing is so not good for parties you don't want to be at.
There were guys making out with random girls and others with their girlfriends.
One guy was making out with someone else's girlfriend and that guy saw it. So they were fighting it out. Only, they were already drunk, so their punches weren't exactly connecting with their intended targets. It was sort of comical.
Sad thing is, this is probably going to be the highlight of my night. I thought.
"What?" Kami asked.
"Nothing." I really hate it when Kami acts like she's paying attention to me, when all of her attention is actually on Jensen. She guilts me into coming and then pretty much ignores me. Yet I still go. Why? Why do I torture myself for her happiness? Oh, that's right, becasuse she is my best friend.
"Hey Kami, before you two go over there, what time are you planning on leaving the party?" I asked
"Uh, around twelve thirty, I guess." She replied.
I watched Kami and Jensen leave my side and walk to their own clique, leaving me to be by myself.
I was not going to stand in the entryway alone, so I walked straight following the hallway.
"Hey, babe." The voice came from a few feet to my left. I turned and saw Thomas Jergans, leaning against the wall, eyes locked on me, with two guys standing near him. They looked drunk, and possibly high.
"I know you are not talking to me, Tommy." I said to him. The guys by him giggled, they actually giggled.
He didn't respond, just stared at me with a sad puppy dog look.
I sighed and turned away from him. "Just go away Tommy, before you embarrass yourself. Again."
His hands wrapped around my waist as he attempted to pull me to him.
"I said, go away!" I turned and pushed him away, trying to contain my anger. I could not afford to lose it in another public place. I was not going to be the cause of us moving to yet another place. We were doing so well in this one. Three years and noone had found out about what we are. Three years and we were still doing good. No, thats not right, we were doing great.
We moved to this little town when I was in the Seventh grade, Jensen in the Eighth. It was my fault for us moving that time and the two times before. Richard, our adoptive father, had caused us to move once, and Jensen twice. Kate, our adoptive mother, has never done anything that would cause us to move. She just has a pure heart. She could never do anything that would put us in a bad situation.
The first time that it was my fault was the worst. We were at a playground in Wellington, Florida, and some kids decided they wanted my swing, and they surrounded me. There were three of them, all bigger then me. I wasn't going to give up my swing to kids who demanded it. All they would have had to do was say please and I would have gladly given it to them, but they didn't. They demanded it and dragged me off the swing.
