Chapter 8: I Got A Heart Full of Pain and A Head Full of Stress.

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Why did Rowan have to be so goddamn difficult all the goddamn time? I thought huffily as I gazed around the party which was currently taking place in the school's swimming pool. I wondered how they had gotten in but didn't question it. I didn't want to come across as annoying and jeopardise my chances of finally settling in and making friends. So, I took a red party cup from the stack besides the beer keg in the corner and poured myself a drink, still keeping an eye out for Rowan as I did so. Something inside of me knew she was always planning on bailing on the party, but I figured that after the effort I had gone to to get her invited that she would have had the courtesy to turn up. Dakota's absence didn't go unnoticed by me either. I knew straight away that they had taken off together to some place and it wouldn't have surprised if that place was home.

"Yo! Brode-ster! What's happenin'?" Charlie's voice called from behind me. I whirled around and saw him leaning against the wall with an arm wrapped around Peyton's waist and a beer in the other hand. I had half a mind to punch him for being with Peyton right now, totally disregarding my little sister, but I held back for two reasons. One, I didn't want to give Rowan another reason to hate me and secondly, I didn't want to make an enemy with anyone so soon into the school year. I took a deep, reassuring breath and plastered a large grin on my face as I waved back at him.

"'Sup, Lewis? Nice party." I commented, gesturing around the room with both hands. He laughed and threw his head back.

"This is nothing, just a little get together. Say, have you seen Rowan, anywhere?" He took a swig of his drink and I followed his lead, pacing over to him, my flip flops slapping the tiles with each step. I was getting angry. How could he mention Rowan in front of Peyton or even be with Peyton? I had to hold back my fury, I couldn't let it take over me again and instead just shrugged. Yes, that's what a calm person would do. I released my clenched fist, my knuckles aching from the amount tension I had exerted on them.

"No, I think she bailed." I admitted, feeling tired all of a sudden. To wake me up I chugged the rest of my beer and shook my head. Charlie looked disappointed at the knowledge of Rowan's absence. This filled me a sense of satisfaction to know that there was more than just sex between them; well to Charlie there was. I knew that despite Rowan's protests she still had something for her biker ex-boyfriend, Dean. I had never met the guy even while they were dating but I knew of him and the trouble which he was dragging Rowan into which is why I had told our parents about him and his lifestyle. I had my suspicions that that was where she was tonight with Dakota, back with him and their gang. I had no idea how she had gotten involved with gang life in the first place, what had driven her to do so. Another thought which nagged me was how she had gotten out of the school with Dakota for so long. I knew she wasn't speaking to Mum and Dad out of pure anger. I walked away from the couple. Charlie had gotten over his sadness of missing Rowan and had captured Peyton's lips with his own.

I waded into the pool holding my newly refilled cup above the water. I didn't know what I was doing here upon reflection. Half the people here were wasted and the other half were busy making out with their respective partners or drunken one night stands. I noticed Natasha sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wrapped around Logan who was in the water and had his back to me as they kissed. For a brief moment Natasha's eyes flickered open and automatically locked with mine while Logan's head buried into the crook of her neck. After a couple of seconds I snapped my gaze away sheepishly, my cheeks flushed with the intensity of the awkward moment but the image of the glimmer of boredom in her eyes stuck with me like an afterimage of a camera flash. I shook my head and took a large gulp of my beer.

Turning my attention back to the masses I saw one of my two roommates, Noah stood with a group of four other people conversing happily. I made my way over to them and slapped Noah's back in a friendly gesture. He beamed at me,

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