The next few days at school were a bit awkward; I had to avoid Justin everywhere I went which is difficult when you’re in the same lessons! I had to avoid Alyssa because I can’t stand her talking about Justin’s ‘abs’ anymore and I had to be with Ryan all the time. Every break and lunch, Ryan gets me after my lesson and we go hang out with his friends. It would be okay if he would acknowledge my existence whilst I am there but he doesn’t, he just chills with his friends whilst I sit there awkwardly. I bet you’re thinking why don’t I just go hang out with my own friends? Trust me, I’ve tried. But when I tell him I’m leaving he goes all cuddly and says “Please stay with me babe” and then kisses me. Like I can walk away from that!
My school life fell into a boring cycle in less than a week. Walk to school with Ryan, go to lessons, be with Ryan at break, go to lessons, be with Ryan at lunch, go to lessons, walk home with Ryan, go to mine or Ryan’s house, go to sleep, repeat. I haven’t even been dating him for a week and I’m sick of him. We have gone from seeing each other every so often to being with each other all the time.
It didn’t surprise me when he asked me to go with him to the party on Saturday. He already knew I was going but he wanted to know I was going as his date. I guess guys need ownership over their girlfriends or something. I politely accepted but inside I wanted to die. I was supposed to be going to the party with Justin; it’s like an annual tradition. Every year, the richest kid at school throws a massive party for no reason, everyone in the school is invited and it’s the best night in the whole school year. Justin took me when I moved here because I didn’t know people enough to go with them and since then, we havealways gone together, single or not. Except this year, I’m going with Ryan and he’s going with Alyssa. It’s gonna be a great night.
“What’s up babe?” I heard Ryan say. It was Friday lunch time and we were hangng out with his friends as usual. “You day dreaming?”
“Huh? Sorry, yeah. I didn’t hear you.” I could hear him; I just chose not to listen. Day dreaming about going to the party with Justin was much more fun than listening to him and his friends make immature jokes.
“That’s so cute, you’re so cute!” He cheered and pulled me in for a full on make-out session in front of his friends. Okay, so sometimes he notices my existence but whenever he does, it’s only to show off in front of his friends.
“Ryan!” I said, pushing him off me. “Not at school!”
“Why not?” Ryan smirked whilst moving onto my neck.
“Because there are teachers and people around, that could be watching. It’s supposed to be private!”
“Whatever.” He moved off me and sat down on the bench next to me. “So what were you thinking about?”
“Oh nothing, just what I’m going to wear to the party.” I lied. Ryan asked me what I was going to wear and as I described my gold cocktail dress, he told me how ‘sexy’ I was going to look and how he can’t wait to show me off to everyone else. Cute, except I’m not wearing it for him, I’m wearing it to show Justin what he is missing. I’m going to make Justin want me.
*
It was Saturday night and just as I finished applying the finishing touches to my make-up the doorbell rang. I heard my Mum answer the door and greet Ryan, then their footsteps trailed off to the kitchen. I was fully ready but I thought I would make Ryan wait for a little while, so I got my camera out and snapped a few pictures of me in my dress. I might as well take pictures whilst I’m all dressed up! I logged onto twitter on my laptop and uploaded it via Twitpic with the caption ‘Ready to go party and get wild tonight, watch out boys ;)’. Just as I was about to close the webpage down, a new mention appeared.
‘You look beautiful, as always. Have fun tonight, see you there?’ - @justinbieber. Damn right I look good Justin, shame you can’t have me!
I decided to ignore his tweet; it will make him want me more, and headed downstairs to meet Ryan. Entering the kitchen, my mum blinded me with dozens of camera flashes and Ryan stared me up and down like I was a piece of meat. Pig. I forced my Mum to put the camera away, after taking some posed shots and said goodbye. I was told the usual lecture before I left for Ryan’s car and could finally escape. I stood at the passenger door waiting for Ryan to open it for me like a gentleman, but he didn’t. Sighing, I got in the car, cautiously pulled my dress down and prepared myself for the night ahead.
The journey was unbearable; Ryan played his music way too loud and completely ignored me the whole way. He didn’t even bother to make small talk instead he just bobbed his head along with his shitty music. I was relieved when we pulled up at the house where the party was being held as it was time to listen to some real music and be with my real friends. We walked up to the door hand in hand, entered the house confidently and were greeted by several friends. After about ten minutes of socializing, Ryan said;
“Want a drink?” I nodded as he left me standing there alone, leaning against the wall. I glanced around the room to see what was happening when someone caught my eye. The person had brown eyes and was staring directly at me. I didn’t recognize them at first but I soon realised it was Justin. I quickly darted up the stairs in desperate search of somewhere quiet to sit alone. Just as I was about to enter a room, I felt someone grasp my hand and pull me into another room. The room was dark and completely silent…
