Chapter 2

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Jayne's POV

I'm planning to just forget about both of them for a little, and just get ready for the party. My mom and dad are in London for a business trip until next Friday. Since I decorated last night, I just have to get dressed. My outfit lays out on my bed, just as I left it. A short lacy white skirt, a light pink blouse, a white clutch, and light pink heels. I take a shower and curl my hair. I finally get into my outfit and check my twitter.

@nashgrier: See you at the party bestie 😘 @jaynesimmons

I retweet and shut of my phone. I make sure that all of the doors are locked, so that no one thinks that the rooms are somewhere to 'hang out.' I set out all the snacks and drinks. The doorbell rings and I open the door to see Nash. Of course, he is 30 minutes early. "Early much?" "I wanted to help!" "Whatever." "So..." "I'm not choosing now Nash." "Well, if you're not right away choosing Cameron, you like me." He says in a flirty way. I roll my eyes. "Whatever." Then the second, third, fourth, fifth, and so on guest comes. Nash and I are separated.

Nash's POV

I furiously look for Jayne, but instead I am reunited with Cameron. "Hey bro!" He says. "Um... Hey?" "Are you really still upset? It's a party, forget about everything and just have fun!" "Okay..." "Here, try some." He hands me a drink, the color of the sun. I take it. "Alcohol?" "Nash, do you think I would purposely get you drunk?!" I think about the question. "Nah, I just thought maybe you had some hard feelings about this afternoon." "Nope."

Cameron's POV

Of course I still had hard feelings. What are we? Kindergarteners? I definitely felt a little guilty, with giving Nash alcohol and all. But what was mine, stays mine, and he needs to know that.

Either way, Nash is bound to say or do something stupid after a few of those drinks.

Jayne's POV

I kept on looking for Nash. I knew who I would choose. It would be Nash, if only I could find him.

I finally find him sitting on the couch with a.... A drink! If he got drunk... I walk over to him. "Hey Nash." "Hey Jay." "So... You like me right? I think I've made my decision." "No. I wish you were dead." A parade of tears comes and falls onto my cheek. I get up and run away.

Nash's POV

Oh crap. I'm drunk. I can feel it. I can't even think straight.... Monkeys! What?! Then I feel as if I go deaf, because I can't hear a thing. Jayne comes and sits next to me.

She says something but I can't hear. I feel my lips moving, but I have no idea what I'm saying. She gets up and runs away crying. What the hell did I do now?!

Jayne's POV

I scream into my pillow. What if he wasn't drunk?! And he actually meant it?! What if he never loved me back in the first place? I continue to sob into my pillow. There is a knock on the door... I open the door and see someone who I never thought to see again.

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