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"So are you here alone?"
I don't care about opinions. I don't care about impressing people. But the first thought that came to my mind when he asked that question was how absolutely lame I would look if I told him that my friends had ditched me.
"Yeah, Adam dropped me off." I tell him, taking another drink of my root beer.
He nods, "I see."
"Do your parents know about this party?" I ask.
He chuckles, "Definitely not. They're out of town this weekend, and Angel needed a house to throw a party for his little bro. You know Mason right?"
"I've seen him around." I lie.
How do you explain your whole life to a stranger?
It's silent for a few seconds and I take some more gulps of my soda nervously.
I don't even know why Logan is talking to me. He knows me. He knows what Adam tells him. That I'm weird. A loser.
Logan glances at my drink which nearly halfway gone.
"It's only been five minutes." He laughs at me.
"I was thirsty."
"You don't want to spend the whole party in the kitchen do you?" Logan asks me with a raised eyebrow.
If it were up to me, I wouldn't be here at all. I would like to avoid human contact as much as possible.
"Kind of." I mumble.
"Oh come on."
His smile makes me queasy.
I watch as he stands up and walks around the counter to stand in front of me.
He holds out his hand.
I glance at it before looking back at him, "What's going on?"
Logan smiles, "Come dance with me."
I can hear the music. I can hear the laughter and thrilled shrieks from all over the house. And that's all I want do. Hear them. I don't want to take part. I don't want my dress to ride up or my hair to move in the wrong position.
"I'm not good at dancing."
"Oh come on," he sighs, "it would be rude to decline an offer from the host of this awesome party."
He pauses and smiles. "Don't you think?"
When he mentions the fact that I'm blatantly disrespecting him, my fight or flight kicks in. I could continue to stand my ground, not knowing the possibilities of what he would do to me. Or I could agree, let him jump around with me for a few minutes, find Riley or Claire, and go home. The second option sounds the safest.
Reluctantly, I smile and take his hand.
"Awesome." He says.
He leads me out of the kitchen and everything is amplified. The sounds. The smells.
He leads me into the middle of the crowd and smiles down at me.
"I don't really know how to dance." I yell over the noise.
"Just jump around, come on Ni-Ni."
He leads and I follow his example.
Despite Adam's voice in my head, I'm having fun.
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Teen Fiction"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me...
