Fine Line

chapter five

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Protection of the Party Host

"What's his name, again?"

Kat had finally found out about a party in the area for us to go to rather than staying home without the club. It was supposed to be completed within the next week or two, so we didn't have that much longer without it. But she missed it dearly, and needed something like it to spend her spare time. And, even better, she had convinced me to go with her.

"Connor," she replied. "Connor Trevino."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"He doesn't go to school here. I think he's home-schooled, actually. His parents are rich, so."

"Of course they are."

Austin wasn't coming with us, he was able to get out of it with the excuse that drinking during the week is not useful in the long scheme of things. I agreed, but he used the sports card, and I do not have that. So Kat and I were walking to Connor's house where the party was being held.

"Tuesday is a terrible day to choose to throw a party," I complained as we got nearer to the house, our directions given to Kat by the girl who told her about the party. Although, the only reason she got told was because it was spilled that Damon was going.

"I completely agree."

"Then why are we going?" I received no reply.

There were five houses on the street, a private street, and it was clear which one the party was being thrown at. The first house on the right, crowds of people swarming through the house and in the garden. Essence of alcohol and drugs.

Kat wasn't drinking tonight; or so she told me. I wasn't drinking either. I didn't even want to be here, a party where I knew no one but Kat - who would be fighting for Damon's attention - and Damon - who would be doing something completely different.

The music was loud, blaring through the street and pounding on my eardrums. How could anyone hear over it? What did the neighbours think of this? How often did he host such parties?

"That bastard," Kat cursed as we made our way through the rooms of the house and the groups of people. "He's with another girl."

I followed her eyes towards her ex-boyfriend who currently had some drunk girl grinding on him. And he seemed to be loving it. And why wouldn't he? He was a teenage boy - they were all horny. And he wasn't exactly in the wrong for it, they had been broken up for the past month.

"So, I'll get drinks," I muttered to myself when Kat moved away from me and grabbed a guy to start dancing with. Tonight was about making Damon jealous. Or something along that line. And that was fine, I just didn't want any part in it. I was only here because she begged, and it seemed I was only moral support for if something went wrong.

Kat didn't seem to hear me mumble, nor did she seem to care or notice that I had walked away to the kitchen.

I eyed the beers placed neatly in a cooler. It was a bad idea, but the only way I was getting through this party was with a drink, even if it was just one. Sober wouldn't be able to deal with this.

"If you want one, you can take one," a boy from behind me said, walking around so that he stood in front of me. Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, just under six foot, and completely unfamiliar to me.

"Who are you?" I asked in the politest way possible.

"Connor."

"The host?"