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•Chapter 2•

"Well, I suppose I can't go home," I say, turning my head towards Jack.

"Babe lighten up, we're gonna have fun," I roll my eyes at his comment, and push myself from the couch. Jack follows me quickly to the kitchen, where we wait in line for a few shots.

"Give me two," Jack says confidently, smirking. I watch him down them with no problems, so I decide to challenge him.

"Three please!" I smile teasingly. He looks at me with a look of doubt, showing he doesn't think I'm going to win. He thought wrong. Three shots are slid across the counter stopping right before me.

I grab the first one, look up at Jack and drink it. Then goes the second, and the third. I smile, collecting all of the glasses to be put back where they were. I happily stride past Jack, earning a laugh from him. "You better hope I don't find you anywhere else but right beside me," he says, placing his hand on my back. I turn to head into a different room, and see a guy fiddling with two drinks, he's alone. Before I could go check it out, Jack pulls me away. He gently leads me to a room full of people, all talking, drinking, and dancing.

"I'll be back, the guys are in the other room," Jack says, quickly kissing my cheek.

I scan the room, looking for a sign of anyone I actually want to talk to. The room consists of many girls, all in rather small amounts of clothing, and a few guys; the athletic ones of course. Cassidy only talks to guys who "meet her standards," which I don't mind at all, but I wish she wouldn't pick all the ones who are awful choices for her.

Soon again, I notice the guy who was messing with the drinks. All I can see behind the people is his blond hair, but he quickly walks past everyone.

Before I know it, Jack is soon at my side again. He also brought a girl with him while saying bye to Cassidy, and I noticed a small smirk coming from her, whatever.

"Emma, look who's here," he smiles. I smile back, noticing one of his cousins Lizzie is here, "It's so nice to finally see you again, thank you so much for everything you've done for Jack and I the last couple weeks, I never really got the chance to thank you for it."

"No problem," she says, "when it comes to family there's not much I wouldn't do."

"We really need to catch up sometime though, you should text me whenever you aren't busy and we can go out to eat!" I say eagerly. She nods, taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah totally, I'll have Jack give you my number. I'm going to go join some friends, so I'll catch up with you later. Don't get too drunk," she laughs, joining a crowd of dancing drunk people. I feel a sudden rush of energy that brings me to a new state of 'drunk'. The shots are finally starting to kick in which means it's time to party.

...

"You know Jack," I slur, "I don't think six shots was enough."

His laughs echo, the room is blurry and won't stop moving. I giggle uncontrollably, grabbing what feels to be like Jack's shirt.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hear him, "Do I know you?"

"Of course you know me! I'm your girlfriend!" I sloppily yell. He stares at me, an odd yet blurred expression.

"I think you have the wrong guy," he answers, "I most certainly am not your boyfriend, he's in the other room with Cassidy."

A weird look shows on my face as I examine him closely. It definitely isn't Jack. This guy I'm talking to has long blond waves, and very deep green eyes.

"I am so sorry," I try speaking clearly, "I'm Emma."

"I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you."

Soon after he said that, I was pulled away by Jack. Yes, Jack. He approaches me saying, "Who was that?"

"His name is Kyle, I guess," I shrug, "I just met the guy." I wave at Kyle and smile. He does the same, then walks away with two drinks in hand, and follows a girl to a room.

"C'mon, we're going to call a cab and go home."

I nod, and abstract colors and sounds fill each room as we make our way outside together.

...

"So you don't know who that guy is?" He stares, not breaking contact with my eyes. I shake my head, "Nothing happened, right?" I shake my head, "You don't like him do you?"

I feel a cold gust of air brush my face, blowing my hair with it.

"Jack, listen," I cut him off, "I just met him, he walked up to me and we started talking, that's all."

The cab soon pulls up, and Jack opens the door for me. I crawl in, trying not to fall or lose my balance. He joins me, and I rest my head on his shoulder waiting quietly until we get home.