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**six**

Wren

      The sound of the door opening is what wakes me up. Rex slides in, softly shutting the door behind me. I grab on to the chair in confusion, and take deep breaths trying to piece together what just happened.

     "How did you get in here? Who let you in?!" I ask, jumping to my feet demanding for an answer.

     "I came through the front door. Your mom let me in." He takes a plush baseball and tosses it from one hand to the other.

I nod my head and continue staring off into space. Rex stands up and sighs, putting his hand in his back pocket to reveal something. He takes out an orange poster, with yellow and red writing on it. I lean forwards and grab it.

     "What is this?" I ask.

     "It's a flyer for a party. It's funded by the school council. It's for some stupid charity." He laughs.

      "Why are you showing this to me?" I cross my arms and shove the flyer back in his face.

      "Because it will be fun. Plus, you can meet people." He winks.

I roll my eyes and take the paper and look at it up and down. I frown at the tacky drawings and misspelling. After making my decision, I crumple it up and throw it into the trash can.

     "No." I state while crossing my arms over my chest.

      "Why not?! Wren, this would totally help you. You're just being stubborn."

      "No."

Rex throws his arms up in the air and drops them at his sides in frustration. He places a hand on his head and then shifts his body towards mine.

     "Give it a chance. Plus, I don't want to go alone! I can be your sidekick." He strikes a heroic pose.

     "Ashley is going to be there. I would be your third wheel."

Ashley and Rex have been dating for two months. She is tall with olive skin and curly black hair. Their relationship has been on the rocks lately, however, they're finding ways to work it out. And after this party, they're definitely going to be too drunk to remember that they were fighting in the first place.

     "There's probably going to be at least one girl there that will want to talk to you." Rex predicts.

      "But, how do I get them to talk to me?"

      "Have you thought about saying 'hi'? Just be yourself." He sighs.

      "No one is going to want to hear me talk about how depressed I am. They probably already know that I have no success when it comes to dating." I put my head in my hands.

      "You're supposed to be trying to get a girl. Not trying to be one." He chuckles, realizing for the first time in his life he said something witty.

I lean my head back so it's draped over the chair in an uncomfortable spot. I should at least try to ask someone out. I looked up and rolled my eyes. Hinting a smile, I sigh with a hint of an agonized groan.

     "Okay, I'll go with you to the party," I see him pull his arm back in excitement. "only, so I could be rejected again. I'm probably going to end up wasting four hours of my life."

     "Be an optimist once and a while." He shakes his head and throws on a sweatshirt. "I have to go. But I'll pick you and Ashley up at eight." He rushes out of the door, cheering.

Who knows, maybe I could meet the girl of my dreams.