Who She Is

~30~

Amaya's outfit ^

*Drug warning

Alyx's POV

I take notice of all my surroundings. Music continues to blast through the speakers. Tons of people are scattered all throughout the house. Red cups and beer bottles fill most of their hands. I recognize some of them from school, then there's a lot of people I've never seen before. I don't see Jason or Luke anywhere. Hopefully, they aren't coming.

I nervously wipe my palms on my jeans. Just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen. Yeah, right. Like that's convincing.

Gavin stands up and approaches Amaya, extending a blunt out that's held between his fingers.

"Here, Maya," he says. "It's all yours. Happy birthday."

She looks up with a smile and grabs it with her perfectly manicured fingers. "Thanks, Gavin."

She takes the lighter from him and lights it. She hands it back to him, and he wanders off into another room. She puts the blunt between her red lips and inhales it just like she did last time. She blows smoke out in front of her, and her eyes flicker over to mine. She puts it back between her lips and watches me the whole time she inhales. She pulls it away and exhales before turning toward me. She extends it to me, offering it. I look down at it. It smells just like last time. Should I hit it tonight? Last time it was just us.

I grab it and situate it between my fingers. Just do what you did last time, Alyx. I bring it to my lips and slowly inhale. I puff out the smoke, and a few coughs follow it. I pass it back to her, and she brings it up to her lips again.

"Let me hit that," Aaron says, holding his hand out.

"No. It's mine," she tells him.

"What the hell? You just let him hit it," he argues, pointing at me.

"I don't give a fuck," she says.

"You're such an asshole, Maya." He gets up from the couch and heads toward the kitchen.

She rolls her eyes and hits it again before handing it back to me. I hit it twice before returning it back to her. I like how she's allowing me. It makes my stomach feel funny. What the hell? Am I really feeling butterflies?

"Can I hit it?" Kayson asks.

She looks over at him and extends it to him. "Yeah. You did go pick up Alyx for me. Don't tell Aaron, though. He'll bitch about it for days."

He hits it twice and passes it back to her. She inhales it and gives it back to me. I spin it between my fingers and puff on it again. I hear the front door open, and I look up with the blunt still in my mouth. My eyes bulge open. Fuck! I start coughing, and Amaya takes it from me while I'm choking. I take a sip from my drink and clear my throat.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

I give her a nod. Jason's here. He's not really why I started choking, though; it's who's following him. Why is Luke with him? Are they friends? My stomach clenches up at the sight of him. Jason starts heading this way, and I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. Luke quits following, though and turns into the kitchen. I internally sigh. I can barely deal with just Jason. I don't want to be in the presence of both of them at once.

"Hey, babe." Babe? I feel a stir of anger rise in me. Ugh, like I have any right to be jealous. He instantly takes the blunt from her grip and hits it. She opens her mouth but stops and shuts it. Her eyes glare some at him, but he isn't even paying attention. He plops down beside her in the spot Aaron left behind and throws his arm over her shoulder, causing her to tense up. He passes it back to her after he hits it a few times. It's really small now. He's such an asshole. That was for her, and he rudely took it. And he showed up late to her party. He pisses me off. "I said 'hey'."