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Chapter 20- Cake Yumm!!

We reached this place where Seb's friend, Justin had his party. It was a small birthday celebration. The venue was a coffee-house. It was really cute with Cinnamon Park written on a hoarding.

It was decorated with cheap tacky lights. Lights blinking very rapidly .But all this was not enough for me to distract myself from the jittery feeling in my stomach. I was so damn nervous. Being social, as you know, is not my cup of tea. And when I try being social, I get all conscious and paranoid. Like right now, as we are about to enter this party, I cant think way past things like-

What if I make a fool of myself?

Or if no one talks to me?

Or what if Sebastian Fucking Whatever ditches me?!

Or what if Seb -the bastard mocks me in front of everybody? Maybe this is his plan to take revenge!

"Doesn't matter. Its not like I will meet them again. And I have my 64 GB iPhone. With a load shit of games. Yep, bitches ,64GB." I muttered as I tried to console myself. Breathe in, breathe out."

"Yes, I will play Sperm Race, for a change." I thought, and giggled to myself. That game is so creepy, yet addicting.

Seb parked his ride in between two delicious cars. The cars were so shiny that they almost made me blind.

Wait.

That means people in this party were rich. They will surely be brats aka cocky teens and I will definitely make a fool of myself. Damn people. Talk about self confidence.

"You yourself are well off, and you are not mean..stop being judgemental." Yes, I wasn't mean, my mind tutted. Okay right. Everything will be nice. All of them will ignore me. I will ignore them Strategy: no seeking attention! Eat the food. And do it over and over again and get the hell over with this.

"You ready?" Seb asked, turning the ignition off.

I rolled my eyes and hissed, "Heck yes. Waiting for this like ever." Yes, I am being snappy. I don't remember coming to this vacation to face my fears. I wanted to do things that I like, things I feel comfortable doing, not things which make me feel what I am feeling right now. Why did I agree to come here, man. Remind me not to lose any phones, ever.

"Hey, remember, no taking advantage of me just because of this fake thingy, otherwise I will give you the most severe STD and will shatter your little ego right there. And your stupid plan too." I spoke hastily, giving my anger a vent out. I spoke as if I was stoned. God damn it. Nervousness and me, not a good combination.

"Um, sure? But for STD you will have to sleep with me." He said chuckling lightly and got out and continued his ramble, "You could have just asked me baby!" He opened my door like a gentlemen (he is surely not).

"My pals are there on the gate, act couple-y."

"What couple-y? I don't know how to act couple-y. Shit, I am going to ruin all this. Please drop me home, or just leave me here." I said panicking. Seb exhaled sharply and said something like 'go with the flow'.

I didn't know what that means.

What the fuck. So, I just gave him my hand to hold. Bleh. That's what movies teach us. If by couple-y he meant pecks and kisses and cuddling, he would be disappointed. The most I can/will do is this, holding hands. Yeah.

"What are you doing?" Seb asked skeptically.

"You asked me to act couple-y mister. So hold my hand and lead the way!"

He glanced at me with a 'Kidding , are you?' look and faked a good laugh like never before.

"Oh babe you are so funny!" He said loudly as if he is declaring it or something. I so hate this.