Hating You Sweetly

3. Heating Rage

Okay this chapter is a little different. I want your honest opinions. Please and thank.

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Dania had only been in my car for five minutes and already she was going through my stack of cds trying to find something to listen to. All of my music was good but for some reason she wasn’t in the mood for techno tonight.

“So what did you get Clark for his birthday?” I asked her to distract her from rummaging through anymore of my stuff.

“I found this superman tie and I knew I had to get if for him.”

We had this inside joke were we called Clark Superman/Clark Kent. When he dresses up in a suit and wears his thick glass he could totally pass as the super hero.

“What did you get him?” Dania stopped scattering my things and began fiddling with her phone.

“I saw this cute girl at Target and I got her number for him.”

Dania torn her eyes away from her phone and stared at me. “Really?”

I laughed. “No, but you know he’d love me forever if I did.”

“True.” 

Clark loved to hit on girls and bother them till he got their numbers. He didn’t have to try too hard because his devilishly handsome smile would do the trick every time.

We rounded the corner to his house and saw the whole street crowded with cars. It seemed like no one wanted to miss out on a Compton celebration. I parked and got out making our way to the front porch of his house where a few of his cousins were standing.

I was pretty good friends with all his girl cousins because they were honestly really easy to get along with. We hugged and entered the packed house. It was decorated with random blue streamers and balloons. There were so many familiar faces that greeted me with either warm hugs or smiles. I maneuvered my way through the crowd and went to the kitchen. The tables were filled with colorful foods and drinks; there was enough to feed the whole town. Yup, the Comptons sure knew how to throw a party.

I poured myself a glass of red punch and turned to scan the room. My eyes caught a tall dark figure toward the back who was conspicuously talking to a group. His black hair was a little more messy than usual but it only added to his undeniably intoxicating bad boy allure. His muscular tan arms glowed in comparison to his horizon blue V-neck shirt.

My stomach quenched when his green eyes suddenly found mine. I quickly turned with a curse. Why did he have to be here? Wait, cause Chris was Clark’s cousin, I told myself like I was a retard. I knew that there was definitely going to be some disaster going on around here.

“Laura! You came,” I heard an enthusiastic Clark say from behind me.

“Of course I did.” I turned and gave him a tight hug. “Happy Birthday Superman.”

He smirked that signature Compton grin that no girl could refuse. “Thanks.”

We pulled away. “So food and drinks are in the kitchen; help yourself.”

I raised my cup. “I already did.”

“Good. Now don’t leave so soon. We have a few games happening in a couple minutes.”

I nodded my head and he left to greet other people. I guess everyone else was here a bit early but I was like what; one hour late. Who comes early to a party now a days?

I spotted the table filled with wrapped presents and decided to put my gift there too before I forget. Sarah stopped me once she saw me walk past her.