He Calls Me Ice Princess

Chapter 8- The Party

We pulled up outside of Sam’s house and I wasn’t surprised to see only a few cars in the driveway. That was when it struck me; I was really going to his party. Tristan was going to be the death of my social life.

“Are you sure we should do this?” Tiffany asked, sounding hesitant. She and Jazz looked as doubtful as I felt, but I wasn’t giving in. Tonight would be when I convinced Tristan to go on a date with me.

I nodded, “Yeah. We look too hot to not do anything!” They reluctantly agreed with me and I dragged them to the front door where I rang the doorbell. Sam opened the door, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Hi girls, come in. You look nice,” He complimented us, trying to be flirty. Tiffany edged away from him, looking disgusted. I pitied Sam, but at the same time I understood why she had done it.

I gave him a small smile, “Hi Sam.” He shut the door behind us and gestured for us to follow him; leading us into the kitchen. All in all, his house wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge either.

“This is the kitchen and the living room is right in there; that’s where everyone is,” He told us, pointing towards the door. He left us in the kitchen and Tiffany and Jazz glared at me.

Tiffany pouted, “This is really how we’re going to spend our first Friday of senior year? There are probably ten other parties out there that we could crash.”

“I think we should stay here, it could be fun,” Jazz said and we both gave her suspicious looks. Of course I wanted to stay, but I didn’t think she would. A light blush covered her cheeks, “Okay, I told Jack he should come too.”

“I knew she had an ulterior motive,” Tiffany mused.

“I’m going to go see who’s here,” I grabbed a water bottle of the counter and followed Sam’s earlier instructions on how to get to the living room. It proved to be exceedingly easy, just on the other side of the door.

Music was blasting from a big radio and there were only five people there. Sam was talking to Jake and a girl I didn’t recognize while Elise sat on the couch. Next to her was Tristan; pressed against the edge of the couch. I walked over to them and smiled politely at Elise, “Do you mind scooting over a bit?”

“Actually I do,” She told me, smirking like she thought she was winning. I just shrugged and dropped onto Tristan’s lap. He went rigid with shock and Elise stared at me, her mouth falling open.

I shrugged at her, “It’s fine; I don’t mind sitting here. And I’m sure Tristan doesn’t either. You know it’s really rude to not make room for someone when they ask you so politely.”

“Get off of me, Ice Princess,” Tristan demanded.

I leaned back against his chest, “No thanks. I would have nowhere to sit since Elise here wouldn’t move over.”

“Riley,” He threatened, but I ignored him. That was apparently the wrong thing to do, because he then shoved me off his lap, sending me tumbling to the floor. My water bottle fell too, but luckily the cap was on it. I frowned as I realized I was on the floor and everyone was staring at me. Elise was laughing crazily and Tristan got up to lean against the wall rather than staying sitting on the couch; that shut her up pretty fast.

I stood up as the doorbell rang and Sam ran to open it. Grabbing my water bottle, I joined Tristan, “Hi again.”

“Leave me alone?” He asked me; sounding slightly desperate. The cut on his lip had healed over mostly, but there was still a faint pink line where it had been.

I played with the lid on my water bottle for a minute, before I decided to ask, “What happened to your lip?” He reached up and touched the line, probably on instinct.