"So he comes up to me, right? And so naturally I think he's going to apologize for what he said, so I stop and turn around. Well, guess what? He has the nerve to tell me to get off the court because I was disrupting their game. The nerve! The absolute nerve! So then I go-"

"Listen, Myla, that's fascinating, but I have to go. I have a huge test tomorrow, and-" I tried once again to get my boy crazy, best friend off the phone, but there was no stopping her once she had started.

"Oh! Speaking of tomorrow! Sam is throwing this totally badass party, and he told me to bring a friend, so I kind of told him we would be there."

"Myla, you know I can't. Plus, parties are so overrated."

"Jeff will be there." She said slyly.

"Jeff?" I perked up.

"Yep."

"Well, I mean, I guess if you really want me to come, I can clear some room in my schedule."

"Yes!" She squealed.

I sighed and hung up the phone. I curled up on my bed and opened up a book. Myla always had a way of convincing me.

---

"Can you please stop blinking? You're making this extremely difficult for me," Myla complained.

"Sorry."

Myla just sighed and continued applying my mascara. We were getting ready for Sam's party, and Myla was freaking out. She had spent the last two hours fussing over our outfits, and was now in the process of doing my makeup.

"There. Finished." She swiveled my chair around to face the mirror.

I gasped. Everything was perfect. My outfit - a shimmering red dress - sparkled, and my makeup was spectacular. She had put on enough to make it visible, but not enough to make me look like a plastic Barbie.

I felt pretty.

"You look amazing," Myla said proudly.

"Thanks. So do you."

And she really did. Her fiery red hair was curled perfectly, and she was wearing a gorgeous lacy shirt with a black miniskirt. She had the party thing down to a science.

Myla checked her watch.

"Crap! We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. Let's go!" She frantically grabbed her purse, as did I, and we both rushed to the car. Myla never let me drive, because she thought that I was a reckless driver. It was true, but I wasn't going to admit that.

As we drove, I stared out the window and thought about what Zayn had said about Jeff. What had Jeff ever done to him? Jeff really couldn't be a bad person. I had known him all my life. Besides, I doubted they ever talked. Zayn was just being Zayn, as usual.

"Alex? Alex!"

"Huh?" I sat up straight, startled.

"We're here."

We jumped out of the car, and started up the steps.

"Remember," Myla mumbled, "Be. Cool. A lot is riding on this party."

I nodded. We approached the open door, and stepped in. I took it in. Sam's house certainly wasn't as breathtaking as Zayn's, but it was quite impressive. I turned to tell this to Myla, but she was already gone.

Of course.

Myla always did this. And I mean always. She disappeared for the entire time, then I would find her drunk and have to take care of her. I looked around.

There was a big group of jocks laughing in the living room, almost all of them holding a drink.

Jeff was one of those boys, but thankfully he was one of them not holding a drink. He looked gorgeous as always. His black hair and blue eyes gave him an almost regal look. He had always had that look.

He spotted me looking at him, and I quickly averted my eyes. I peeked at him. He was getting up. Was he heading over to me?

Yep. He was.

I gulped, and reminded myself to stay calm and be cool.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I replied, in what I hoped was a casual tone.

"This party's pretty crazy, right?"

I chuckled. "Yeah. Sam's house is off the hook."

I cringed as soon as the words left my mouth. Off the hook? Who even says that? Was that even a thing? I risked a glance at him to see his reaction.

He was laughing. I joined in, trying to make it authentic.

"There's a bunch of empty rooms upstairs. You wanna come with?" He offered.

I smiled.

"Sure."

---

Jeff was doubled over laughing. So was I. In fact, I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face.

"And then she peed... her pants!" I spluttered in between bouts of laughter.

"She peed her pants!" I repeated loudly.

Jeff roared with laughter. I was telling him the funniest stories of my childhood, most of which centered around Myla. We had been here for hours, telling our funniest stories.

Jeff stopped laughing and turned to face me. He leaned a little closer. Was he going to kiss me?

The door suddenly opened with a loud bang. I leaned away from Jeff as quickly as I could.

It was Myla, and she couldn't have come at a worse time. She was drunk off her ass, and clearly needed me. She staggered in, and Jeff looked taken aback. I sighed, and turned to him.

"Well," I said, standing up, "this is my cue."

He smiled at me.

"Bye. I'll see you around, I guess."

"Bye."

Notes

Omg I'm so sorry I haven't updated please don't kill me :( do you guys like this story? I feel like it's everywhere and I want to hear what y'all think


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