My final decision in this "game" Gavin seemed to be playing with me was fighting fire with fire.
When I went back to school that Friday, I walked with another group of hot guys in the hallways and hung out with them in our classes together. Let me just tell you, they were all over me.
"Hey!" I said, sitting down in their group when Gavin was at a table with Samantha.
"Hey." One of them said and smirked. "What brings you over here?"
I put on my flirtiest smile. "I was bored, and you guys looked like you were having fun."
"Feel free to come over here whenever. There's always an open spot for you." Another guy said.
"Wonderful." I smiled.
"So we're having this party tonight, you should come. Wear whatever suits you." The one named Cyrus winked.
"Sounds great, I'll be there." I glanced behind me to see Gavin glaring.
"Yesssss. One more hot girl on the list."
"And by wear whatever suits you, keep in mind it will be kind of warm inside and outside."
They laughed so I laughed with them.
Two could play at this game, my dear Gavin.
"Well I'll talk to you later." I smiled (hopefully sexily?) then walked away.
High fives and claps sounded behind me, and wow did it feel great. I looked over to Gavin to see him watching me, was he hurt? When he noticed me looking, his eyes regained their emotionlessness and he continued his conversation with Samantha. Dammit.
***
I couldn't believe I had already been in this town for over 6 months. It was mid may, and almost 70 degrees. My eyes skimmed my wardrobe, trying to find something to wear. I decided on a pair of light denim high waisted shorts and a black floral crop top that hit just above the waistband of the shorts. I'm gonna admit, I looked hot. I pulled on my converse and grabbed a jacket- just in case.
"Andrew!" I yelled. "Ready to go?" He was invited to go to the party too.
"Yeah!" Andrew met me at the bottom of the steps in khaki shorts and sperries. How white boy. "How are you even tan when there hasn't been sun for months." He whined.
"You can still tan without the sun coming through the clouds." Hair flip.
"Okay, kid." He said. "Oh yeah, and we have to get Gavin."
"What?" Poop.
"Something wrong with that?" He knit his eyebrows together.
"Nope. Nothing."
After we picked up Gavin the silence was painful until we got to the party. As soon as the car stopped, I pushed open the door and jumped out. I walked up to the door of the party and could already hear the music blaring. I pushed the door open to be greeted by sweaty humans bumping into me.
"Oh." A girl giggled. "Sorry." She pulled a guy by his shirt out of the door, and you could see his eyes widen at her. I rolled my eyes and scooted in past them.
My eyes scanned the crowd of people for someone I recognized, but I gave up and started walking towards somewhere quieter. Red solo cups littered the ground and I can't even tell you how many more people had them still in their hands. Being the observant and wonderful person I am (not), I gaged at all the whores I saw making out with guys I knew. Surprise, surprise, Samantha was one of them.
I pushed through the people when I felt a hand grope my butt. I whipped around. "If you do that again I will smash your fucking head in." The guy stared at me blankly. He was tall and handsome and I instantly recognized him as Alex, the player.
"Hey babe. Just- just calm... Down it was just... A compliment." He slurred and gave a sloppy smile. He reached for my ass again and I slapped away his hand.
"What are you doing?" I heard a recognizable voice boom behind me. It was Gavin. I tried to retreat but I was stuck in the middle of a circle of people. I think I'm going to be sick.
"Just messin' around! Come on, man. Have some fun." Alex rambled.
"Gavin, it's fine." I tried to put him at ease.
"Dude, if you ever lay a hand on her again..." Gavin trailed off. He'll what? After so long of him being a jerk to me he now wants all my attention focused on him? And he acts like I can't get hit on by other guys. He doesn't own me, much less talk to me.
"You'll what, man?" Alex pushed him. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.
Gavin's face fumed and I saw him tense. "I'll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat." He tried to control himself but I saw his fist clench.
"Fight me." Alex laughed, pushing him again.
And Gavin did just that.
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