Thanks for reading, reviewing, following, and the favorite. Here's part two, Reggie's POV of the night.

WARNING! Reggie has quite a colorful vocabulary in the chapter.

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I was beginning to wonder why I came. This party was always the same. People danced, they got drunk, and some even hooked up. Why did I let my friends talk me in to going? Why?

Okay if I'm being honest with myself I know why. The last time I came to one of these parties Twister and I got bored and snuck off for a walk around the neighborhood just the two of us. I was really hoping for that to happen again but he hadn't left my brothers side once since we got here.

"First party of the year. Our senior year! Can you believe it? We're seniors!" Sherry squealed.

"Would you try and be cool? Trent's going to walk by, hear you gushing like an idiot and regret inviting us." Trish groaned dropping her forehead into the palm of her hand.

"As if! He knows if he wants Reggie he has to treat her girl pals good too." Sherry giggled. "Right Reg?" She asked poking my arm.

"Huh?" I questioned, unsure of what they were talking about. I tried paying attention to the two of them but once my eyes landed on a certain someone, everyone else in the room suddenly didn't matter.

Sherry noticed. "Hey! You aren't even listening to us!"

"I'm sorry I-" Luckily, before I had to come up with a lie Trent came over and interrupted us.

"Hello ladies. Having fun?" He asked.

Even though the question was directed to me, Trish jumped in to answer. "Totally. Thanks for inviting us."

He barely acknowledged her. "Cool. Hey do you mind if I borrow Reggie?"

"Nope, not at all. In fact you can borrow her all night." Sherry grinned pushing me towards him.

As he led me away I glanced back at the idiots I called my friends and glared at them. They responded by making kissy faces.

"I'm glad you came." Trent told me as soon as we were far enough from my friends that they couldn't eavesdrop.

"Yeah me too." I lied trying to be polite. I took a step back so he wasn't up in my face.

"Want to dance?" He asked holding out his hand. I didn't want to be rude. I looked around the room for a reason not to, instead finding a reason why I should. Brittany freaking Taylor with her arms wrapped around Twister.

"I'd love to." I replied around a fake smile trying to hide my frown.

I let him lead me to the makeshift dance floor and put his hands on my waist. I snuck a look over at Twister who was still talking to that tramp. Before he caught me staring I turned my attention back to Trent. Then, in an attempt to make Twister jealous I turned around and swayed my hips in front of Trent's. It was my half ass way of grinding him without actually having to touch him.

Sneaking another look at Twister I smiled realizing I got his attention. Of course, then he retaliated by teaching the skank how to hold a cue, which was about the only move the floozy knew.

"You're a good dancer." Trent said, pressing himself into my back.

Startled I jumped forward bumping into a guy passing by. His beer spilled down the front of my hoodie, completely soaking it. The guy didn't even bother to apologize just turned around to get a refill.

"Oh man, we should get that off of you." Trent advised.

Sighing I knew he was right. "Do you have a shirt I could borrow?"

"Of course, follow me." He replied taking my hand and pulling me over in the direction of the stairs. I took one finale glance at Twister and saw the hoe bending over the pool table in front of him. The two of them laughing and flirting after she missed, on purpose no doubt. The sight of the two of them pulled at my heart strings. We weren't going to be sneaking off alone tonight. Not while he had such lovely company with him.

With that thought in mind I followed Trent up two flights of stairs to his bedroom.

He pulled a gray shirt out of the top drawer of his dresser and held it out to me. "Will this do?" He questioned.

"It's perfect thanks. Do you have a bathroom I can change in?" I asked him.

"You can just change in here, I'll meet you downstairs." He told me before leaving, pulling the door closed as he went. I changed quickly, throwing my sweatshirt on the floor, then slipping the borrowed shirt over my head. I picked my clothes up, then left to find Trent. The party remained downstairs, the first level was still empty. I walked around to the living room thinking the voices I heard must have been him and a friend. I walked in to find a couple going at it on the couch.

"Whoa sorry." I muttered, feeling my face turn red. It wasn't until the girl lifted her head that I noticed who it was. That freaking whore was in here making out with some poor schmuck not even an hour after teasing Twister. That stupid…

And then I saw the guys face. Of course she was with Twister that made sense.

"I-" He opened his mouth to speak, only managing to get out one word. What, was he going to apologize? He had no reason to.

I shrugged stating as much. "No need to explain." I turned around the way I came trying to hold myself together. I would not cry until I got home. I wouldn't. I vowed to myself.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ran smack into another person.

"There you are." Trent smiled happy to see me.

"Would you mind walking me home?" I asked. Part of me was afraid Twister might follow. If I wasn't alone maybe he wouldn't bother.

"Oh." Trent's smile faltered for a second, before he grinned again. "Sure. It's a nice night for a walk."

I followed him out the door not bothering to look back. Twister could do whatever he wanted. To whoever he wanted. I had no right to get upset about it.

"I didn't know Twister and Brittany were going out." Trent tried making conversation. Glad I wasn't the only one with that image burned to memory.

"Yeah, me either." I replied trying not to sound like I cared.

"You okay?" He asked, picking up on my mood.

"Yeah, yeah why wouldn't I be?" I gave a small smile.

He didn't seem to believe me but he continued anyway. "Alright, well I guess this is it."

It wasn't until he said it that I realized we were at my house now, standing outside my door.

"Thanks for walking me home." I told him, managing to hold my grin. I was grateful that he did, even if I wished he was someone else. Someone who was busy with whore else.

"No problem." He reached out to stroke my arm and I had to fight the urge not to pull back.

"So I'll talk to you later." I added, waiting for him to leave.

Then, his hand was the only thing I had to worry about as he brought his head closer to mine.

He kissed me goodnight, promising to call the next day. While this would have made most girls ecstatic, I felt nothing. Trent was a great guy I'm sure, he just wasn't the guy for me. I felt bad for using him to toy with Twister, especially when it turned out to be for nothing.

I opened my door and went inside going straight to my room so I could cry. I missed my chance with Twister. Whatever chance that might have been. He liked Brittany. Brittany freaking Taylor. She was fake, easy, and a two faced bitch. What the hell did a guy like Twister who was sweet, and caring, and totally adorable see in her? God I had to let him go!

A few hours later after I was sure I cried out all the water in me I heard the door slam and feet patter up the steps signaling Otto was home.

He knocked once before opening my door and sticking his head in. "Hey, have fun at the party?" He asked.

"I had a ball." I lied.

"Cool. Did you see Twister hooked up with Brittany?" He grinned, clearly happy for them. "Sammy missed a great party!"

"Yup." I responded. So much for not thinking about that.

"You okay?" He asked as if he just noticed my puffy eyes and red nose.

"Yeah I'm fine." I continued to fib.

"You sure?" He asked not buying it. I knew he could tell that I had been crying, I was just glad he didn't say anything about it.

I nodded my head. "A okay."

"Alright. Well if you want to talk you know where to find me." He made a point to direct my attention to his door across the hall.

"Thanks Otto, but really, I'm okay." I assured him even though I wasn't. I didn't want him asking questions and end up finding out I was upset about Twister.

"Alright. Well, night." He was about to leave when he turned back. "Hey is that my shirt?" He asked.

"What?" I looked down to see I was still wearing Trent's gray tee. "Oh no this is Trent's. Some guy spilled his beer all over my hoodie so I borrowed this." I explained. "And I forgot to change when I got home." I added just realizing the truth.

"Good call. If you had come home smelling of beer Raymundo would be pissed." He laughed. "Although I'm not sure he'll be too happy to know you came home in someone else's clothes either."

I chose to ignore him and responded to what he said first. "And then we'd be grounded." I agreed.

"Right. Well I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow." He told me before leaving to shut my door.

"See you tomorrow." I repeated, turning off the lights and shutting my eyes. Forget Twister, forget Brittany. Forget them all.

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