Her Dog Days

✲ chapter eight ✲

"Did you hear what happened at The Zinn last night?"

Click.

"Not really, all I heard was some chick starting a fight."

Click, click.

"I'm so mad I didn't go last night, I had to finish some stupid project for English."

Click, click, click.

"Excuse me," a jock says to me tapping my shoulder. I lightly jump in my seat and turn to the two guys sitting behind me. "Could you stop clicking your pen, it's kind of annoying."

Well, you could you lower your voice? It's kind of annoying, dickwads.

"Sorry," I say with a fake apologetic smile.

The only thing that was talked about in school was about what happened last night at the bar. It seems that everyone knows about The Zinn and consider it a popular bar downtown; everyone, except me.

Thankfully, no one knew who the person was, or how they looked like since it was pretty dark and the black and white patterns are what grabs a person's attention. However, I didn't risk getting recognized.

Before leaving the house, I snatch one of my dad's soccer caps and slipped it on my head before entering school. I also decided to wear my reading glasses throughout the school day, just for precautions.

"Where are you going four-eyes?" Aston says trailing behind me. For these past few days, Aston has been somewhat comfortable around me, and vice versa. As a person of his popularity rank, I didn't expect to be so casual with him, like a friend. I've had my fair share of friends, but it never seemed to work out or they found a new clique to be with.

"I was planning to go home, unless if you have something in mind," I say as we walk side by side to the parking lot. We stop at my car.

"Today's round three, and it requires prepping, so come by my house before five."

"A loser in your house?" A nasty preppy familiar voice says behind me. I let out a deep sigh before turning around to face Tiffany Gibson. Even though high school ending soon, you can expect Tiffany Gibson to start a turmoil; to her, the drama is her air to breathe.

"Hi, Tiffany," I say, with the least amount of enthusiasm possible. She flips her long, curled, blonde hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

"Charlie," She says maintaining her eyes on Aston. "And Aston baby! How are ya?" She says showing off her perfect pearl teeth, a little too perfect. If I throw a pebble at them, would they shatter like glass? That's a scenario to imagine in my dreams tonight.

"What's up, Tiffany?" Aston says nonchalantly, leaning on my car.

"Suzy and I are co-hosting an end-of-year party at her place, you in?" My eyes widen.

Suzy?

I quickly turn my gaze to Aston, he was taken aback by the name, but I could see the wheels turning in his head and he immediately brought up a relaxed smile, a little too relaxed.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great!" Tiffany exclaims, perking up at Aston accepting his invitation. As Tiffany does her little weird hysterical dance, I gape at Aston with wide eyes.

Are you sure about this? I mouth to him. He hastily throws a wink at me and turns his attention back to Tiffany.

"I'll go under one condition."

"Anything!"

"Charlie's invited too."

"Aston, I didn't actually mean anything."