Smack!

SIX - swoon

SIX

By the time we'd arrived at Wolfgang Allen's crib, I'd noticed three things: (1) the Allen's driveway were overcrowded by cars. I had to drive for five blocks to find a decent parking spot and Chelsea and I had to walk all the way back, (2) the front lawn of the house were already filled with littered red plastic cups, empty beer cans, and various people coming in and out; and (3) a loud techno version of The Weeknd song welcomed Chelsea and I as we'd finally stepped inside the Allen's foyer which smelled like a mixture of beer, sweat, and cologne of different people.

Wolfgang Allen's house is huge. It's practically mansion. No wonder he liked to throw big parties. I think he could accommodate all the student-body here of Marysville High.

"Isn't this amazing?" Chelsea said when we'd find our way towards the Allen's living room where the majority of our senior classmates folded their selves into.

There were two gigantic speakers set up at the corner of the room next to the DJ. And it was slightly dimmed as red, blue, green lights flashed on the area making an illusion that we were in a pub. There was even a smoke machine.

"I can't believe it," I replied, almost yelling when Chelsea grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. We saw Aaron there with a bunch of our friends and he waved us over to dance with them.

Everyone in the crowd was whooping and whistling as we'd moved our body to the beat, doing our choreographed dance moves that Chelsea and I practice inside our room.

After a few minutes, Aaron said, "We should get some drinks."

There were only two people in the kitchen as we'd entered. And both of them were pressed on the fridge making-out.

My friends and I tried to act nonchalant about it as Aaron filled his red solo cup with beer from the keg. Chelsea and I picked out our drinks from the cooler next to it which was filled with non-alcoholic drinks – I got Diet Coke while Chelsea got Sprite.

As soon as we were done, we hurriedly get out of the kitchen and went towards the back deck where everybody was walking out towards the pool area. There were a lot of people in the pool having a dip.

"Geez, isn't that Wolf over there?" Chelsea mused, craning her neck back towards the kitchen while taking a sip from her Sprite.

Aaron nodded. "They should probably get a room," he said. "They are like practically almost having sex there in the kitchen."

I cringed. "So much for privacy," I muttered, imbibing my drink.

"Hey, Emi," Timothy Burr suddenly appeared beside me from the door and it made me choke on my drink out of shocked.

I started coughing. Chelsea quickly got my can of coke out of my hand as I covered my mouth and patted my hand over my chest.

"Uh...are you alright?" Tim asked me, putting a hand on my back.

Oh my God, I thought, why is this happening to me?

I raised my hand quickly and managed to say between coughs, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Thanks."

"You sure?" he pressed just as I looked up and saw his face. He had an amused expression on and I felt my cheeks warming up.

"Yeah, thanks again," I said, looking back at my friends and grabbed my can from Chelsea's grasp.

Why is he so cute?

"Okay then. Glad to see you, Emi." He grinned, he's dimply grin, which made me swoon and caused my heart to lurch into a somersault.

Chelsea began squealing beside me like a seal drowning in water while slapping me back and forth in the arm as soon Tim was gone.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she kept on saying, continuing to batter my arm like it was a punching bag.

"Chelsea stop it," I said, stepping away from my best friend. "You're hurting me."

"Oops, sorry!" she said, retracting her hand back quickly. "But are my eyes deceiving me because Timothy Burr just talked to us right now."

"No, your eyes are great."

She squealed again, now jumping on her feet, her Sprite spilled a little bit at the feat. "Oh my God, Emi!"

"I know," I said, almost giddy. "I guess he knows me now because we're partners in the book report in English."

"You and Tim are partners in English?" my best friend flabbergasted, her almond shaped eyes widening.

"Yeah...and Eddie too."

"How come you didn't tell me that?"

"I was supposed to tell you during our slumber party later but—"

"Guys look," Aaron chimed in, cutting me off. We both looked at him and he was pointing with his lips towards the direction of the pool.

Chelsea and I turned at the same time just as Timothy Burr was taking his shirt off, exposing his well-defined six-pack abs and his wide majestic shoulders.

I drank my cola to stop myself from drooling.

"O M to the G," Aaron breathed, "look at those nipples."

"Aaron, you're such a pervert," Chelsea chastised, and we laughed.

Then we watched Tim ran a hand on his blonde hair, making all the girls near him swoon, and he'd jumped towards the pool.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Don't you just hate it when you accidentally do something embarrassing in front of your crush that you want the earth to open up and swallow you whole? Anyway, don't forget to vote and comment! Peace out. -Ji