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8. Smoke

Jack

The party had been going on for a few hours and by now it was dark outside, approaching night. I chewed on my bottom lip, my eyes scanning the room. I hadn't been able to have any fun at this party, because my mind was occupied. I hadn't been able to get that stupid boy out of my head, and I hated it.

I hated that my thoughts belonged to him. I never thought about any other guy this much - not even Josh, so it didn't make sense to me why Zach had left me chasing after him every chance I got. Maybe if I just saw him one more time I'd be able to get him off my mind.

Although it didn't seem like he'd even bothered coming to the party. I'd looked for him all over but he just didn't seem to have come. It's probably my fault for being such an asshole to him earlier today - I probably scared him out of coming.

I sighed, grabbing a bottle of alcohol from the side and taking a long swig. I ignored the burning at the back of my throat and the rush it sent straight to my head. I walked off with the bottle in hand, making my way out of the crowds of people.

I was now on the other side of the room, leaning against a wall to help keep my balance. I'd already had too many drinks tonight, but that didn't stop me from taking another swig from the bottle in my hand.

I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the wave of dizziness pass as my head battled against an uncomfortable sensation. When I opened them, I lazily looked around the room until my head skipped a beat. I propped myself up against the wall more, blinking away the blurriness in my vision.

Was it just my mind showing me what I wanted to see or was that really Zach out there in the crowd of dancing people, having the time of his life. I gave my face a few little slaps to try and sober me up before looking again, and sure enough it was Zach.

Although, he wasn't alone. Of course Daniel had to be there with him, grabbing Zach's waist as he pulled him closer. That's not what friends do. That's about gay as hell. I clenched my jaw as my glare on the two intensified. I watched every single one of Daniel's moves, making sure he didn't start to get too comfortable. Strangely, just the thought of that was enough to sober me up just a little.

Without consenting my mind, my eyes subconsciously wander back to Zach. I can't bring myself to tear my gaze away from him. I want to capture every detail and etch it into my mind.

How long has he been here? I wonder how drunk he is. I watch as he throws his head back and laughs, grabbing on to Daniel's shoulder as the two jump about. I don't notice how intensely I'm staring until a voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Who you stalking?"

I turn to see Kay, pushing her blonde hair out of her face as she leans her back against the wall next to me. Her eyes follow where my gaze was all the way to Zach.

"Oh damn" she gasped. I looked over to her with a nervous expression. "Wh-what?" I stuttered. Was she going to tell everyone I was staring at a guy?

"He's cute" she complimented, biting down on her bottom lip with hungry eyes. I clenched my jaw, not liking the way she looked at him. "Back off and find your own" I scolded, too intoxicated to think about the words I was saying. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, so you want him for yourself?" She joked. My eyes widened in alarm, but she met it with a short laugh.

"It's not that. Don't say stuff like that Kay it's so weird" I lied. Yes, ok? Maybe in some weird way that I don't understand yet, I want him for myself.
She rolled her eyes. "Ok then, what's the reason you don't want me to shoot my shot with him then?"