Nothing More

Chapter 3: Blake's girlfriend

The bell rang to signal that it was time to leave class. I headed out the door and bumped into Julia. She was dating my brother, Blake. They weren't as close as they used to be, meaning we weren't as close as we used to be. I always try and get in a conversation each day to keep our friendship upbeat. I for one: don't want drama and don't want my brother getting upset or caught between us.
"Hey, I'm staying at yours tonight. Blake told me you were probably going to be out but if not then that's okay." Julia said. Of course I'd be out the house. That means party, hangover, death.
"I-"
"Don't even think about going to a party," Mark interrupts me. I rolled my eyes at him.
"You didn't even know what I was going to say!" I replied. I face Julia again, "I don't know what I'm doing yet. I'll text you."
"Okay." She said. Julia sounded unsure, like something was going on.
We walk towards the dining hall where we met Jenni.
"Hey!" She says excitedly.
"I'm gonna go find Mikey." Mark says, rubbing my back.
"Okay, see you later." I say quietly. I look around, eager to set eyes on Hunter but with the size of the crowd of students it seems impossible. When I hear a cough I step down from standing on my tip toes and face Jenni. She signals to her left. Or should I say, towards Hunter.
"Looking for something?" He asks, grinning.
"A table for me and Jenni to sit at," I cover up the true fact that yes I was looking for him. We go find a table and sit down. Hunter was still watching me from across the room. Jenni snaps her fingers in my face so I pay attention to her. "Party tonight. You're coming right."
"I'm not sure..." I say nervously. It's not like me to turn down a party.
"Lover boy's gonna be there." She says, trying to annoy me.
"I think I'm just gonna go to Mark's." I say. Jenni stares at me in disbelief.
"Y- You did not just admit that you'd give up the chance to hook up with Hunter just so you could hang out with that douche." She says angrily, throwing her hand in the air.
"Hey! That 'douche' is my friend. Someone who cares about me unlike the other guys that just want me for my body." I say viciously.
"Oh come on! Mark's probably gonna try and butter you up so you think he cares and then BOOM, make out session."
I start to ignore her and her stupid assumptions...