waiting for love

chapter 3

I pull up in my car outside Logans house, and Elena and jenny hop out. I'm the only one of my friends with a car, so i generally end up chauffeuring everyone whenever we need to go somewhere. "aren't you getting out Mickey?", I ask when i see her still sitting in the back. "nah, I don't know how far away you'll have to park, and I don't want you walking back on your own. I shrug and drive of in search of a parking spot, and we're both silent as we skim the rows of cars for an available spot. We eventually find one only a little ways down the road, so Michaela really didn't need to worry.

 we walk up to the house, laughing and already stumbling a little in our heels, even though we've had nothing to drink, and I don't plan on it. I'm driving tonight, and my mother would kill me if i arrived home drunk anyways. Besides, I want to look classy, not trashy, and thats exactly how I would look if I were drunk and stumbling around. And i don't need to be drunk to have fun.

The music pulses, and I swing my hips and twirl to the beat. I'm laughing as Elena grabs my phone and takes a snapchat video of me dancing, and posts it on my story before handing it back to me. "i'm going to go find Jenny!", she yells over the loud music, barely audible. I nod in response, saving my voice from having to scream to be heard. 

I leave michaela on the dance floor, cause she's found Cole, and I am so not third wheeling them. I look through a couple of rooms until I find the kitchen, the house is massive. I've only ever been here a couple of times, and only to pick up Jenny, i've never been inside. When I find the kitchen, I sit sown on one of the barstools placed around the island to rest my aching feet after dancing for, like, and hour. After sitting there for 5 minutes, slowly sipping a coke, i decide to pull out my phone and check snapchat, since I don't have anything better to do. i see a snap from Blake, replying to the video on my story. 

Blake: you look like you're having fun.

he sent it with this irking smirk emoji, and I couldn't resist replying

Khloe: I am, I take it you're not much of a party boy, then?

Blake: You should be careful with what you drink at parties, I always bring my own alcohol.

Khloe: i'm 17, how do you propose I buy alcohol?

Blake:oh yeah, I forgot that we're underage

thats odd, how does someone forget their age?

Khloe: anyways, I don't drink

Blake: what???

Khloe: yup

Blake: you looked pretty drunk in that video

Khloe: well, i'm not. How do you think i'm messaging you without a single typo unless i'm sober?

Blake: maybe you're just a really put together drunk? I've met some people like that

Khloe: well, not me

Blake: how do you know if you've never been drunk before?

Blake: you look really pretty in that outfit

I frown, and start glancing around, expecting to see someone looking at me with their phone in hand, but theres only a rowdy group of guys standing around and a drunk couple making out in the corner. Disappointment creeps in as I remember he saw me in that video. I wish I could meet him. but i don't want to seem to forward by asking.

Khloe: thanks :) 

Blake: never mind, you don't look pretty.

I frown, upset and confused

Blake: you look beautiful

I start typing out a response when Elena appears at my shoulder, slurring, "whose blake? Blake is such a funny name... Blake, Blake, Blakedy blake", she starts singing as she dances around the kitchen. I sigh, and get up to go restrain her.