loosing game | daniel seavey

chapter seven

The crowded bodies surrounded us as we all sat on the couches in the living room. Haley, Luke, and I sat on one while Zach, Jack, Jonah, and Tate sat on the other across from us. Corbyn stood by the window, talking the world away with one of his friends. My eyes wondered. I hoped they'd land on Daniel, the only reason I was at this stupid party. But they didn't. He was no where to be seen.

It took me a bit of convincing to even get Luke to come. Haley was down, she was always up to party. But Luke withheld his good actor reputation and insisted it that we did something else. After about 10 minutes and Haley batting her eyelash extensions at him, he finally agreed to come. And sure enough he seemed to be having the time of his life, making random conversation with the boys. It was nice seeing Luke so carefree for once.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the familiar long brown hair come into view. I slightly turned my head, trying not to make it obvious I was looking at her. Sure enough, Alexis walked into the house. She was talking to a younger girl. She stood on her toes, searching throughout the party. Her friend grabbed her hand and pulled her away before her eyes could fall over us.

"Hey, I'm gonna go grab a water, okay?" I whispered to Haley. She held up her cup and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Refill, please?" She talked in a baby voice, a drunk habit of hers. I laughed before taking it and walking over to the kitchen. I grabbed a water bottle from the counter and went over to the keg that held some sort of alcohol Haley was dying over. When I went to turn around, I bumped into a hard surface. The lukewarm liquid now covered the both of us.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!! I should have been paying attention," I said and looked up. My eyes landed on a taller guy with ragged brown hair. He had a hoop nose ring with a slight mustache growing. I knew exactly who he was.

"It's fine, really." He laughed a bit and grabbed a handful of napkins that sat on the counter. He handed me a couple before dabbing the liquid on his shirt. "You're Malia Kennedy, right? The infamous sister of Aedan Kennedy?"

"And you're Crawford Collins. The infamous brother of Christian Collins?" I threw back with a small laugh. I was dumb to not know who he was. I grew up loving vines and always watching them, and Crawford Collins was no exception. I always found him and his brother so funny to watch.

"I guess that answers both of our questions then." He flashed me a smile that made me knees grow weak. His voice was smooth, something I had always thought was attractive about him. I looked down at his outfit. He wore a black and red button up, but left the top three unbuttoned. He paired it with a pair of light washed jeans and some Off-White Adidas. And God he wore it perfectly. "What are you doing at a party like this? I would think you'd be running around Beverly Hills."

"I don't run around Beverly Hills," I playfully rolled my eyes. I hated when people assumed that because of Aedan. "But I'm here with a group of friends."

I pointed over towards my friends, Corbyn now taking over my spot on the couch.

"Oh you're friends with the boys? I'm really close with Daniel and Jack, they're always coming around here?" Crawford leaned against the counter, his arms crossing and nodding his head towards the back door. That's when I saw him. Daniel stood outside talking to a short blonde. I watched as he leaned closer to her, whispering something to her that made her clutch onto his arm and laugh. I looked away before I could see anything more, knowing I'd be hurt if I did.

"Him and I don't talk much. I'm more close with Corbyn than any of them. They all kinda took me under their wing after Aedan left." Which was true. Even though I considered them all good friends, Corbyn was the one I talked to more than any of them. Other than Daniel, of course. But I wasn't completely sure why that was now.

"Well hey, if you ever wanna get away from them, you can always call me up." Crawford smiled, flashing his perfectly white teeth. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I heard footsteps come up to us. I looked up to see an angry, drunk Daniel.

"Malia, can I talk to you?" He asked sternly. I raised an eyebrow at him before nodding slowly.

"It was nice talking to you, Crawford. I'll send you my number on instagram or something." I said to him before following Daniel up the steps. He nodded and smiled back at me, waving his hand slightly.

I followed Daniel down the hall to an unlocked room. He opened the door and let me in first. When I walked in, the sound of the door slamming shook me out of my skin.

Oh boy.