One Night That Changes Everything

Chapter Four

"Hey," Justin says when he sees me. He doesn't even look nervous. In fact, he looks totally relaxed his arms draped across the back of the huge booth he's sitting in. Doesn't he know that if you are alone, you're not supposed to take a big booth that is meant for larger parties?  What a jerk. Also why isn't he nervous? I could totally freak out on him, in fact after what he did to me. I could... I don't know... punch him or scream at him or make a big scene, even.

"Give it back," I demand and hold my hand out. Maybe he'll get more nervous  if he sees I'm bossing him around that I am obviously forced  to reckoned with. 

"I don't have it," Justin says.  He moves over in the booth, then pats the seat next to him and motions for me to sit down. I look over my shoulder to where Emily and Samantha are sitting and then slide in next to him. 

"So what's the deal?" I ask. "What  is this about?" Our legs are touching underneath the table, and I want to pull mine away, but I don't. Not because I want to keep my leg against his, God no,  but because I don't want to give him the satisfaction of pilling my leg away. 

"Valerie," he says leaning in close and whispering in my ear. His breath tickles my skin, and I can smell the familiar sent of Justin- mint toothpaste  and hair gel and some kind of yummy smelling cologne. "You're going to get your notebook back, but you're going to have to do what they say."

"Do what they?" I look at him. "Do what who says?"  Even though I of course already know who he's talking about.

"You know Ryan and all of them." Justin moves away from me then looks at a spot across the room. I follow his gaze and see Ryan standing in the corner, huddled around a high-topped table with a bunch of friends. Ugh. This is like my worst nightmare. I close my eyes and count to three, but when I open them, I'm still here. 

"Look," I say. "If you think I'm going to the participate in some weird, sick little game of yours, then you're wrong." I look him right in the eye." I already did that, remember?"  Justin has the decency to look away then, at least. Probably because he knows it's true, and he can't really dispute the truth. I reach down and rub my leg.  It's still tingling from where he was touching it. 

Justin's phone starts to go off then.  A text message. He looks at the phone and then looks at me. 

"You have to ask a guy here to dance," he says. He scans the crowd. "That one." He points to an extremely good-looking guy at the table across from us. He's blond wearing a blue button up shirt and khaki pants. Tan skin. Expensive looking haircut. Not someone I would ever ask to dance. Mostly because I would never ask anyone to dance, but if I did, it would definitely not be that guy. 

"I'm not," I say, gritting my teeth. "Doing that."

"Then they're going to put your notebook online," he says.

I blink at  him positive I've heard him wrong. "They're going  to put my notebook online?" What the fuck is wrong with these people? I mean, honestly. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" I ask.

"They're pissed," he says. "That you posted that thing about me online and kept me from getting into Brown. Plus you outted me."

"Outted you?"

"Yeah, outted me. As being one of the 318s."

"Are you kidding me?"

Justin shrugs, downs the rest of his drink, and then gets up and crosses the room over to where the 318s are sitting. I'm left sitting at the huge booth by myself. I look down at the seat thinking that maybe, Justin did bring the notebook and maybe he left it by accident. But of course the seat is empty.

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So here's chapter four it's pretty short but I felt bad leaving last chapter the way it was. What do you think gonna happen? Let  me know in the comments. Love ya

-Ashley