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Trouble Maker [PART SEVEN]

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The drink burned as it slid down my throat, I never was keen on the idea of drinking. Chris was trudging up the drive way to the party, the music blaring an unknown track loudly like a siren. The front door opened and Tom, one of Chris’ track friends opened it.

“Chris! Glad you could make it buddy!” Tom brushed his dark curls away from his face, his green eyes shining like emeralds. He looked up and saw me waiting about two metres away near the pale pastel post box.

“You coming in?” he asked, slapping Chris playfully on the back as he brushed past him. Tom stood away from the door and came over to where I was standing.

Tom and I were not best friends, sure, we knew each other through Chris and parties, but that was mainly it. He dated Paige for a little while when we first hit high school but besides that he’s kept his distance.

“No, you see Finn anywhere?” I asked, pushing a curl behind my ear. I hadn’t forgotten Finn’s text which was burning a hole through the pocket of my black pull over. I tugged the dark hood over my head and looked up at Tom, the little crinkled by his eyes faded as his smile dropped.

“Yeah, he’s inside, talking to some tall blonde,” Tom shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I haven’t seen you around recently, you and Finn finally made it official?”

A joke had spread through the boy’s locker room many weeks before when Chris accidentally let it slip that I liked Finn. Luckily only a few heard and have since been sworn to secrecy.

“No,” I scowled, kicking a loose pebble on the footpath, “I wish people would stop bugging me about that.”

“Sorry,” Tom replied, obviously not taking me seriously, “how’s Paige going?” Tom always asked about Paige. Something told me he still had feelings for her, although admitting it would create a whole lot of problems, starting with Chris’ new found love for her. “And Harry?”

That question stopped me dead in my tracks. Everyone knows by now that him and Paige were over ages ago.

“What’s it to you?” I adverted the question.

“Just wondering, haven’t seen him around, y’know?” Tom looked innocent as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt before crossing his arms over his chest. Like most of the track runners at this school, he was built like an ox.

“Yeah I know-“

I was cut off by the sound of my phone going off in my pocket. I fumbled to retrieve it before looking at the caller ID. Finn. My stomach lurched and I turned to Tom. “I have to go, if you see Chris with an alcohol take it off him, will ya?”

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