Chapter 21: Drama

A/N: Sorry guys. I was extremely busy writing a proposal, and I hadn't finished this chapter until just now. I hope you guys like it. I'll have the next one up tomorrow! Read and Review!

A/N: I looked online and the closest I came to Kyle was Ryan Sheckler. I think that boy is adorable, a little young, but cute and seemingly innocent.

"Dude! It's about time you got here. The game is supposed to start in half an hour!" I yelled to my best friend as he entered the living room in my house. I was trying to pull out the poker table.

"Sorry, Reid. Dad wanted to talk." He huffed, not really sounding excited.

"What about?" I asked, not really caring, but he seemed as if he needed to get it off his chest.

"College." He replied disdainfully. He reached under the table from the other side and lifted with me. "I'm surprised you just didn't use."

"Yeah and have Caleb on my ass all night? I think I'll pass. I actually want to have a peaceful time without any drama." I gusted, straining to carry it to the center of the room.

"Are Bailey and Elizabeth coming?" He inquired, more than curious. I nodded as we set the table down slowly and carefully as to not scratch the hardwood floor. I heard him mutter something that sounded like "No drama my ass."

I smirked, "Maybe they'll get drunk and make out again." He shrugged nonchalantly, "What's your problem, Ty?"

He plopped down onto the couch and elevated his feet to rest on the coffee table. He breathed heavily, frustrated, while rubbing his eyes, "Are there going to be any girls coming tonight that you haven't had sex with?" Okay, I'm lost.

What was all this about? "Huh?"

"I need a girl, preferably one you haven't already been with. I think I'm finally going to take a page out of your book."

Alright, now I know I must have heard wrong. Amanda was one thing. He did actually care about her until what happened with us. He wasn't one to casually be with a girl, "Not that I'm not happy to hear you say that, but where the hell did this come from?" I questioned leaning on the table.

"I'm starting to think you and Elizabeth are right about the whole relationship thing." He shrugged his shoulders, not looking directly at me but at the table.

I suppose he was giving up on her. I guess that's good, less competition. I wouldn't really call it competition though. Elizabeth and I had an understanding. I could have her all I want as long as I don't talk about commitment. With Tyler out of the picture, though, I don't have to worry about our secret. Hmm. This could be the greatest thing I've heard. "I have a couple friends that go to the public school here, and I know they are bringing some girls. I know one, Kayla, built like Elizabeth, dark hair, hot! She's smart, too."

"How would you know if a girl is smart?" Tyler asked astonished.

"She wouldn't get with me." I retorted, smirking. "You better be careful though, her brother is the one bringing her."

"Great…" Tyler mumbled, rolling his eyes.

There was a knock on the front door. Reid shuffled his way into the foyer to open it, and I sat comfortably on my spot on the couch, complacent for the time being. I heard a group of girls talking and Reid already sweet talking. Some things never change.

The group walked into the living room, five girls and a guy not counting Reid. I pushed myself off of the couch in order to exchange pleasantries. "Tyler, this is Kyle." They nodded a greeting. "And this..." He pulled a girl from behind him, "…is Kayla, Kyle's sister. Kayla this is my athletic, attractive, completely heterosexual, recently single, best friend Tyler." He wiggled his eyebrows at me as I rolled my eyes inwardly and took her hand in mine.

"Tyler." I stated, not able to tear my gaze from her. Reid was right. She was built like Elizabeth, tall and curvy in all of the right places. Her hair was a dark brown like Bailey's, but she had brown eyes. Her skin was creamy, and I could already see myself caressing it later.

Her smile never faltered, "Kayla."

Reid continued to introduce me to the remaining women that had accumulated around and honestly they were all attractive. As more people showed up, we began to congregate around the poker table drinking beer and cracking jokes while everyone's money was gathered by Caleb and Pogue counted out chips.

Kayla was sitting on one knee and her blonde friend on the other. Kyle stationed himself next to me. He looked young, younger than me. He was shorter, but he seemed alright. He was Reid's dealer. They met a while back at some party, and I suppose they've been hanging out ever since, probably while I'm studying. Reid usually has not been back to the dorm until late recently.

I finally realized that Kayla was whispering something in my ear that I really didn't hear. I glanced up into her smiling eyes but something else caught my attention.

"PARTY'S HERE!" A female shouted as she burst through the door, giggling and trying to carry various grocery bags and her purse. Bailey walked in right after her. I rolled my eyes. This is going to be fun.

"Who is that?" Kyle nudged me the side motioning his head toward her. Reid has rushed over to them, helping with some of the bags as he placed his other arm around her. They walked into the kitchen, and I noticed his hand slide a little too far down her back as he tapped her jean clad ass cheek. She just grinned and looked up to him with a smile, not phased by any of it. I guess it is normal though. That's how they both are. They like to flirt, and they've been best friends since we were kids and I know they don't mean anything by it.

"Elizabeth Worthington," I huffed. His eyebrow raised and his mouth gaped open in awe.

"That's her?" He pointed to the now empty doorway.

"Yeah," I furrowed my brows, "Do you know the name?"

He grinned and took a swig of his bottle, gulping it down. "You could say that." He continued to stare at the spot amazed, "Ace told me all about her when he got home this morning." Okay, now I'm really confused, "He's my roommate." That must be the guy that came over last night when I left. Great.

Reid led us into the kitchen, his gloved hand firmly planted on my ass squeezing it roughly when we were out of sight from the others. "So what did you bring me?" He asked me, sounding like a five year old waiting for a toy as we set the bags on the counter, sifting through them.

"Food, beer, liquor, and…" he continued pulling items out, "…me!" I said in my perkiest manner.

He swiftly turned around, wrapping those tattooed arms around me, clutching both cheeks in his hands as he lifted me with ease to set me up on the kitchen island, situating himself between my thighs, then rubbing his hands up and down them. He made a growling noise as he dug his face in the crook of my neck nibbling on it, and I began to suck on his earlobe, twirling his earring with my tongue. I couldn't help but giggle. Bailey stood to the side, chuckling at the scene, thankfully not uncomfortable.

"Okay, down boy!" I pushed him away playfully, sliding myself off the counter and opening my purse to pull out the cocaine that Ace had left me this morning. "Bailey, are you goin' to hit this with me or what?" I gave her a mischievous smirk.

Reid did not seem too happy that I stopped him, but he snatched the packet from my hands, "You aren't doing this shit unless you let me try it."

I scowled, "Since when do you do powder?"

He shrugged, "Since now." He pulled out a porcelain plate from the cabinet and set it in front of me with the packet on top, "Go ahead and fix it up." He stated in a 'duh' manner. Fine!

Reid came marching back in looking completely satisfied about something. He was sniffing more than normal and took a seat in his chair. Bailey sauntered in soon afterwards, taking a seat across from me sharing a glance with Reid and smirking. Bailey was smirking. That's not normal.

"What's Elizabeth doing?" Pogue questioned over the chatter from everyone else.

Reid gave Bailey a half-smile and without looking at Pogue answered, "She's making some dip or some shit."

About that time, she ambled in with two large bowls and sat them on the table, one with some tortilla chips and another filled with cheese and salsa. Moseying around the table, she kissed Pogue and Caleb on the cheek. The girls weren't here with them tonight, something about going to see Sarah's parents since she hadn't made a trip home since she came to Spencer.

Reid began to introduce her around the table to those that she did not already know. She smiled and greeted everyone in her southern accent, making sure that she drawled more than normal. Some of the girls seemed to be pleased with her while others gave her a look of disdain, taking her hand with fake smiles. I guess you can't be that hot and have every girl you meet like you. Shut up, Tyler. She's not that hot!

She introduced herself to Kayla who was one of the girls that didn't seem jealous. Good. She glanced right over me, pretending as if I weren't there. Bitch. Her eyes drifted to Kyle beside me, and she smiled wider if that were possible. She leaned over Bailey to shake his hand and the contact lasted a little too long. She seemed as if she were mesmerized.

"And this," Reid began, "Is my friend Kyle. He's the one that I get my shit from."

"Uh huh." I nodded once extending my hand out to the beautiful guy sitting next to Tyler.

I was entranced by those eyes, a metallic, twinkling blue. His head was shaved under his cap and was a dark blonde from what I could tell. He appeared younger, but I knew he wasn't. His hand took mine gently, and I could feel the softness of his skin and the calluses on his fingertips. I knew I was grinning dumbly, but he seemed to be doing the same.

Someone cleared their throat, and I noticed Tyler out of my peripheral vision glaring at me heatedly. I rolled my eyes and let go of his hand, lowering myself to sit next to Bailey. "Can we start playing now?" Tyler asked annoyed.

"Fine," I started irritated, "Just as soon as your balls drop." I sat my forearms crossed on the table before me, leaning over, probably allowing a lot of cleavage show from the droop of my blue v-neck sweater. I raised an eyebrow antagonistically.

Tyler's face went crimson, fast, as he frowned at me, "What the fuck is your problem?" He banged his fist on the table.

"'What is my problem?'" I looked around at the table in disbelief as my eyes connected with his once more, "You are the one that just got pissy with me like some chick."

The girls on his knee glanced at each other shifting around uncomfortably. Tyler's mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say before actually pushing out the one phrase that sent me over the edge, "Weren't you the one all over my dick last night?" He laughed sardonically, "You aren't anything but an easy bitch, and that's all you'll ever be."

What a way to leave you hanging, huh? Sorry, but I wanted to make sure something got out today like I promised. Leave me a review and tell me what you think! I'll try and have the next chapter up early tomorrow. Have a great night!