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five

"Your friends left you."

"Yeah, I see that," I scoffed, deciding to add a teeny, tiny bit more alcohol to my mixed drink. It was going to be a long night. With my friends gone and only Todd to distract me, I took in Alex's kitchen. It was huge, as was the rest of his house, with shining stainless steel appliances and real marble countertops. I wondered what his parents did for a living and where they were now.

"Come hang out with us," Todd offered, and I thought for a second. I could either scour the mansion to find my friends, who were probably already split up by now, or I could follow Todd to where I knew there would be someone to talk to (him).

"Ten minutes," I told him, picking up my cup from the counter. "Then I'm going to find my friends."

"I knew you'd come around eventually," Todd grinned, drunkenly wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me along with him, out the back door and into the yard, where there were a few different crowds. Scott, Alex, David and Corinna were seated around a fire pit, talking animatedly. These people were so weird. Based on how rich they are and how much some of them seemed to want to please their daddies, I did not expect black jeans and sweatshirts. I expected khakis and a colorful polo, the classic "my dad is a lawyer" look. It threw me off guard.

"I'm not coming around," I denied his words. "I still can't stand any of your asshat friends. I'm just a little tipsier now."

"Fair enough," he said as we approached the group. Todd took a seat in the only other chair, and I stood awkwardly next to him, wondering why the hell he wouldn't offer me the chair. "Look who I found wandering around."

"Hey, you came!" Scott smiled, and David's eyes shifted from him to me. I noticed him glancing up and down my body slowly, as if he was shocked I was wearing what I was wearing. I also noticed him lick his lips, but I never would've said anything. "Did, uh, your friends come?"

That was code for: is Kristen here? I didn't know exactly what was going on between them. Where they both still in love, but neither of them knew about the other? Were they secretly dating and lying about it? The possibilities were endless. I simply replied, "Yeah, everyone's here."

He told the group he was going to get a drink, and I stole his chair... right next to David. I made it a point to slide it over a few inches, just so I wasn't right up on him. David was the first to speak to me, "What are you doing here?"

"Drinking," I tipped my cup and took another large gulp of the alcoholic beverage. "All my friends disappeared, so Todd made me come down here."

"He made you, or you wanted to come?" David asked, a cocky and annoying smirk gracing his face. "Didn't seem very forceful to me."

"I definitely didn't want to sit with you," I snapped, even the alcohol not helping to make me like him more.

"You obviously are aware you can move the chair," he commented. "If you didn't want to sit by me that bad, you'd think you would've moved it by now."

"Do you really think you're that special, David?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as if I were confused. "I'm not moving the whole damn chair just to get away from you."

"Right."

I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic answer, chugging whatever was left in my cup. I drank too much too fast and would probably end up throwing up sometime tonight, but at the time, I didn't care. I sat for a few more minutes, waiting for something kind of interesting to happen, but Todd and Corinna just flirted while she was sitting on Alex's lap. I couldn't blame her for cheating on Alex if what Zane said about him was true. When she touched his shoulder and giggled, I figured that was my cue to leave.

"Alright, guys," I smiled politely, standing up and shoving the chair back closer to David. "It's been real, but I'm going to go find my friends now."

"I'll go with you," David said, standing up and gesturing to his empty beer bottle. "I need another."

"Okay," I shrugged, not seeing the point in arguing with him when he was being decent to me. David and I walked back into Alex's house and I glanced around the living room for any one of my friends. I noticed David stuck beside me the entire time, when the kitchen was just a few steps away. I yelled over the blasting music, "What are you doing?"

"You really shouldn't be walking around alone dressed like a fucking prostitute," he yelled back, referring to my see through shirt. I rolled my eyes at that one, but... the thought was there. He was making sure I made it to my friends without being raped and murdered, which, disregarding his choice of wording, was kind of nice.

"I'm wearing more clothing than half the girls here," I replied, still searching for my friends to no avail.

"You're also drunker than half the girls here," he stated, and I once again rolled my eyes. I was drunk, yes, but not shit faced. I could make decisions, and I could fight someone off if I had to. "If Liza's here, your friends are probably in the basement. She liked it down there."

"You would know, wouldn't you?" I commented, but still let him lead me to a door near the back of the house, where only a few kids wandered. "You dated, right?"

"I fucked her a few times," he shrugged, and I physically cringed. Boys were such dicks. "Not that big of a deal."

"You're such a douche," I chuckled because there was nothing else I could do. We went down the spiral staircase to a completely finished basement, empty except for my friends who sat one of the leather couches... and Scott. Surprise, surprise.

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" David asked, a confused look on his face. I subtly pinched him in the side and tried to give him my best don't you dare face, but he either didn't catch on or he didn't care. "Party's upstairs, Sire."

"I was just telling them not to be down here," Scott explained, but I could see straight through his lie, as could my friends who had been talking to him for the past ten or so minutes since he came inside. None of us said anything to contradict his statement. "What are you doing down here?"

"Making sure Stormy Daniels over here doesn't get assaulted," he joked, and I slapped his sweatshirt clad arm as hard as I could, causing him to flinch away. "Jesus, bitch, take a joke."

"Well, thank you for being so selfless and completing your civic duty of walking me downstairs," I gave him the most sarcastic smile I could muster. "Luckily, I think I'll be safe down here, so you can head back to your friends."

"Actually," David smirked like he had the most brilliant idea in the world. "On second thought, maybe we should all hang out down here."

bored... probably should write another book but i cant. lmao xoxo abby