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༺Chapter 3༻

"What do you think you're doing at my party?" Melony sneered.

"She's having fun, that's what," said Brittney, standing slightly in front of me.

Melony glanced over Brittney, waved her hand in dismiss, then turned back to me.

"If your going to tell me to leave, that's fine I'll go. Just don't start drama, please." I said it as nicely as possible, but Melony didn't take it so well. She stepped closer to me, and Brittney shuffled herself so that Melony couldn't see me at all.

I placed my hand on Brittney's shoulder. She caught my eye and I shook my head, silently telling her it wasn't worth it.

The taller, black haired girl gave one last glare towards the cheerleader, then looped her arm through mine. As we started to walk away Melony's high pitched voice said, "I'm not done with you, you little bitch."

Before my best friend could go beat the crap out of Melony, I gave her slight shove towards the door. Brittney gave the smallest struggle of protest before she sighed and began following me towards the front door.

We didn't make it out in time.

"I'm talking to you, Ivyx."

I spun on my heel and stalked over to her. She'd pulled the last thread. "What do you want from me."

She smirked, "A fight."

If she wanted a fight she could have one. This was over. She was over.

I swung my my fist, giving her a nice left hook to the jaw. The crowd gasped and the room went deathly quiet.

Melony barely staggered. She then righted herself and lunged at me. I was quicker, dodging to the right. Melony fell flat on her face, and I jumped on her. Pulling my right arm back, then shoving my fist in her face. When I hit her nose and heard a small pop I stopped, mid-swing.

Oh God, I thought, did I just break her nose?

I stood up, the adrenaline in my veins fading. I took one last look at Melony, then spun on my hell and stalked out of her stupidly rich house. If somebody had told me I would punch Melony Mcholly in the face tonight I wouldn't have believed it at all.

I stomped over to Brittney's car. When I tried to wrench the door open it wouldn't budge. Locked. When I didn't see Brittney coming out of the house I just decided to walk home.

I got about half way down the block when the pat pat pat of flip flops came running up behind me. I didn't look to see who it was, but then a hand gripped my shoulder. I whipped around only to face my best friend. I sighed in relief, because I really didn't feel like beating somebody else up tonight.

"Ivyx, are you okay?" she asked.

"Fine"

"Uh, I think not," she eyed me, "because that was so not something Ivyx would do."

I glared, "Hmph."

"No pouting! Your Knight in Shinning Armor has come to rescue you from the evilness of rage," she whispered, elbowing me in the ribs.

I glanced behind us. Brittney was right. Whyatt's black mustang Gt was cruising up to us. It slowed, keeping pace with us as the dark tinted driver's window rolled down.

Whyatt smiled, showing straight white teeth.

"That took some guts," he said noddine his head towards the house.

I blushed and gave him a short nod. Brittney switched spots with us so that she wasn't walking between Whyatt's car and me.

"You girls want a ride home?" His smile was warm and welcoming.

"Hell yeah!" Brittney said before I could protest. She hopped in the back seat, but before I could jump in she shut the door and motioned to the passenger seat through the window. I groaned internally as I walked in front of the car and then got in.

"Where's your house Brittney?" he asked.

"I live at the Camilla Trace apartments, you can just drop me off at the office though. She was giving me a knowing grin and I could almost hear her saying if he makes a move, you move right back.

Soon enough we arrived at the office of the Camilla Trace apartments. Brittney practically disappeared from the car she was gone so fast.

Whyatt looked at me and I just shrugged.