#ForeverAlone

Chapter 8

It seemed the whole room got quiet as I slowly walked in the house. A trick. I knew it. Now they were probably going to make fun of me, or break into a loud chorus of laughter.

Nope.

Everyone started back as if nothing had happened.

"What?" I muttered in disbelief to myself.

I looked over to see Marsha, sitting with a group of her friends. She forced a fake smile on her lips, she wasn't pleased that I was here, I could tell. She waved then went back to conversing with her friends. There was so much energy flowing throughout the house; I think I might just explode. Shoving past some people, I found myself in the kitchen. Countless bottles of alcohol littered the counters, and the strong smell of vodka and gummy bears filled the air. I felt I might choke.

"Huh.." I mumbled to myself.

Someone walked up beside me; a football jock. He was holding a cup in his hand, obviously drunk.

"H-heyy there, sexy." He slurred.

Drunk.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath from miles away.

"Someone's had a bit much to drink, haven't they?" I said.

Apparently some people thought it was funny. They laughed actually with me not at me.

That's new.

I walked past the drunky and back into the living room. More alcohol-filled cups littered the ground and tables. There was even a couple in the corner making out.

Ooook.

I turned my head to the side.

Josh.

He was staring right at me.

Like, making actual eye contact.

"Is he looking at.. Me?" I asked myself.

Then I knew he was, because he began making his way over here. When he got to me, he looked at me with a small smile.

"Hi." He said, his voice sounding so perfect it was almost like the word had glided off his tongue.

"Uh.. Hi." I said shyly back.

"Marsha actually let you in?"

"Yeah, I was kind of shocked too." I laughed slightly, trying to hide the nervousness. "Uhm.. Won't she get mad you're talking to me?"

"Are you kidding?" He laughed. "We have been broken up for a week!"

A small part of me was jumping around in happiness.

"Oh.. Then, why did you drive her home yesterday?"

"Ah, her house is just on the way to mine. Plus, her car is in the shop." He explained.

"Oh." I nodded. This was great. I knew I wouldn't actually have a chance with him b-

"So, would you maybe want to.. I guess dance? With.. Me?" He cut off my thoughts.

My eyes widened slightly and I nodded dumbly. "U-uh, sure!"

And in the door way, sat a very displeased and loathing Marsha.

I could already tell this was going to be one hell of a party.