Lying to the Truth.

Lying to the truth. (Chapter 5.)

*Year and a half later*

"Again Summer, really?" I heard Adam, my best friend call, almost hearing his eyes roll.

I felt arms snaking round my waist and felt myself being lifted down from the counter, where not two seconds ago, I was letting loose, for sure dancing some of the best moves half the campus have ever seen.

"Every time! Every time we go to a frat party you have to pull a stunt like this." Adam continued.

I was barely listening to what he was saying, as I turned my head towards a cute brunette, throwing a wink his way, certain I'd be sure to see him later - after all, he hadn't taken his eyes off me since I'd clambered onto the table top. I'm certain this buzz of alcohol was the reason confidence was flowing out of me, not that it mattered the reason; I was sure to be in for a good night.

As I felt Adam drop me the small distance to the floor, steadying me as I found my footing, I attempted to keep my eye on the guy, but this proved not so easy, as my vision blurred slightly, and I regained sense of my surrounding.

"God Adam, did you not see how cute he was? Always ruining my fun nowadays you are." I asked, attempting to stomp my foot in a childish manner, and failing slightly as it slammed down onto my other foot.

"Yes Summer, for that matter I did. You know why I didn't let you go off with him? Because not only am I trying to rid you of your slutty ways so you can find Mr. Right, I do not want you making a fool of yourself." He argued.

"As if THIS could make a fool of myself!" I laughed, over-dramatically waving my hands in front of myself.

"He's gay. I would know, we had a thing last semester. And for your info Honey, he's not even that good in bed." He stated in a manner of fact way.

"Oh. Oh well, thanks I guess." I mumbled, feeling a slight blush rise up my neck.

Embarrassment was soon forgotten when a guy with the blackest of hair, and most emerald eyes made his way over to me, bottle of beer in hand.

"Now as much as I hate to give this one up, he's yours. But remember, don't give out on the first date, you're going for classy." Adam whispered, before disappearing into the crowd. I knew he'd be keeping a close eye, so I had no choice but to listen to what he had just said. Although right then it seemed as though he was being a pain, I owed him as my best friend for looking out for me, despite my not so approving actions.

"Well hey there gorgeous, you've sure got some moves." Was the first thing this mystery guy sent my way, handing my over the chilled bottle.

Before I replied, I took a long, thirst-quenching gulp of the liquid, not too fussed what it was, just realising how hot I'd gotten making a scene on top of the table. His eyes didn't leave mine the entire time I had the bottle to my lips, and he waited for me to speak when I finally took it away from my mouth, taking in a large breath of air.

"The name's Summer. Yeah? It's great fun letting loose, and with this extra buzz of beer, I'm sure I'll be up there again by the end of the night. Who knows, maybe if you're good enough, you can join me up there... Or join me somewhere at least." I easily flirted, watching as his eyebrows rose slightly, and his lips tweaked up at the sides, trying to evade the smirk threatening to surface.

"Well, I'm not sure about the dance in full display of everyone, but I'd definitely like to join you some place a little more private." He growled, lowering his hand from the small of my back.

"A couple more of these," I lifted up the bottle, clanking it against his. "And I'll be yours."

"Hey there girl, how's it going?" I groaned as I spun on my feet, met by the curious eyes of Adam.

"Hi. I'm a little busy here Buddy, you're interrupting a little." I subtly pointed towards my current drink supplier.

"Oh my ever most apologies," He stated sarcastically, "and what is your friend's name here?" He asked, smug as anything.

Shit. Name, what was his name? James, Jack, Jerry?

"The name's Mike." Mike, of course.

"Yep this is Mike, we've known each other a while. Kind of. Anyway we best be off Mike." I smiled, trying to cut the conversation short, grabbing hold of Mike's hand.

"I'm afraid not." Adam said, pulling me back by my other arm.

"Excuse me Mate, but the lady said we're off, so we're off." Adam growled, tugging against the other force.

"Or what?" Adam challenged.

"You don't want to know." He replied, both dropping each of my hands, beginning to square up to each other.

"Right that's enough!" I yelled, causing a few people to glance in our direction - not that this was out of the ordinary for a frat party. "Mike, here's my number." I say, grabbing a pen from my bag and scribbling it on his hand. "Sorry about this, I have to go. Text me." I concluded, before sulking off towards the front door, Adam hot on my tail.

"Please, don't go on at me, let's just go home, order pizza, and eat our weight in ice-cream."

"You know me Hayes - I never hold a grudge."

After the agonisingly painful walk home, in which I ditched my heels halfway, we watched the cheesiest of movies, whilst finishing the pack of six we had in the fridge. About halfway through 10 things I hate about you, my phone beeped and I didn't recognise the number.

Hi Cutie, it's Adam. Let's meet soon... Some place private.

I cringed as I read the text, and I knew I had no intention of texting him back. I smiled over at my best friend, nonchalantly munching on some popcorn, and made a mental note to thank him for looking out for me yet again - saving me from another awkward encounter to avoid throughout campus.