Hidden Truths

Chapter 8: So You Were Gonna What-Fry Me To Death?

Chapter 8: So You Were Gonna What—Fry Me To Death?

"I've seen a picture of you at Jackson's house," Brooklyn's words left me completely puzzled and I couldn't help the wave of anxiety that washed over me as I glanced over her shoulder at Jackson who was watching the two of us cautiously, as if a bomb was about to go off.

Brooklyn continues speaking, unaware of how much stress her comment just caused me. "That was gonna bother me all night if I didn't figure that out." She giggles out, turning around to stand beside me. Jackson catches her eye and tries to discreetly wave her over, he did not look happy. After taking one look at his face, she quickly closes her mouth. "Uh...I gotta go." Brooklyn rushes out before running off to Jackson, who's standing near the kitchen entrance. They both leave the kitchen and walk a few feet away. I grab the drinks from the fridge but not before seeing Jackson and Brooklyn having what looks like a heated conversation. Jackson shakes his head and subtly points in my direction and Brooklyn nods. He says something inaudible over the blasting music and Brooklyn sends him a frown but nods again. What I would give to have super hearing right about now.

I start going up the stairs and put the drinks in the mini fridge. I try to watch TV to keep my mind off of what just happened. "What took you so long?" Carmen asks. I just shake my head and return my attention to the screen.

For the rest of the party, Carmen and I stayed in my room. We went downstairs maybe once just to make fun of people while we got some more snacks. I didn't see Zoey until most of the people were gone. I guess Nate and her made up. They're smiling and giving each other glances while we clean up. I decide that I'll ask for the details when we're alone.

As I'm cleaning the living room, I turn a corner and see Jackson standing there. He's holding a black trash bag just like the rest of us and cleaning the floor.

"Why are we even cleaning this place, don't you have maids or something to do this for you?" Jackson groans as he recklessly throws some red cups into his trash bag.

"No dumbass," Grayson smacks the back of Jackson's head. "I already told you we only have Sebastian and he can't know about this or he'll tell our parents. And I'd like to live to see next weekend."

"Well this sucks," Jackson sighs rubbing his head before trudging over to a different corner in the room.

"Nobody told you to come back here after dropping Brooklyn off to help us clean, it's not my fault you don't have a life." Grayson laughs and Jackson threatens to throw his trash bag at him.

I let out a breath. Oh no, he came back to help us clean? I quickly turn back around and go to the other side of the living room. The rest of the night continues on just like this, me trying to avoid him at all costs. When he's on one side of the room, I purposely cross to the other side. I don't feel like talking to him after I saw him with Brooklyn tonight. First the phone call and now he's dancing with her at our party? I could tell she wasn't just a friend. It makes me wonder what other girls he's got just following him around. I don't know what type of game he's playing here but I won't be a part of it, he can find some other girl to mess with. Plus that sketchy conversation I had with Brooklyn left me with questions that I didn't know if I wanted the answers to.

He's tried to make small talk with me, but I'll either give one word answers or I'd ignore him completely. I don't know why I'm so butt-hurt about this. I know I have no right to feel this way, especially since we're not even together and probably never will be. I don't even like him all that much.

"Actually, I don't want anything to do with him." I mutter to myself. Sighing, I move to pick up trash from the upstairs hallway. As I turn to pick up another plastic cup, a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I get pulled into the bathroom.