Get Jiggy wit' It – Five Things that Never happened at a Party in Neptune V

It's not like it was love at first sight. Nothing like that, in fact. It wasn't love at all – just another boy, and quite an ugly one to be honest. Alright, I'm being horrible. He wasn't ugly per se, he just wasn't good looking. His hair was messy, cut badly so that it stuck up in places, and was too long at the back, and his cheeks were red from the heat of the room. He sat alone in the corner, a glass of vodka or something in one hand, nodding his head to the loud music, but otherwise seemingly out of it.

I could hardly make him out through the mass of gorgeous guys crowding around me. Does that make me sound big-headed? Well, to a certain extent I suppose I am. I tend to be a self-absorbed, egotistic player, but that's just because every guy at school thinks I'm sexy and all the gals respect me. I'm cool as anything so it's not like I don't have complete rights to be up myself. That's what caused the problem – this guy didn't even notice me. He wasn't interested at all, and that got to me.

I always assumed I could get any guy I wanted, and I did. I got the sexiest, most gorgeous of them all, did what I wanted with them, then ditched them. Whoever I wanted, I knew, would be mine. This guy was different though. He didn't blend in, wasn't one of the in crowd, wasn't even a quickie-in-the-backseat-of-the-car kinda guy – he was just some uncool loser who should have totally had the hots for me, but apparently didn't even seem to know I existed.

It totally made me want him – just the fact that he didn't want me. I have absolutely no frikkin idea why, but I had to charm him over. That must sound insane huh? Well, it was.

I dragged myself away from Logan, who was trying really hard to get my attention, poor guy, and pushed my way through the crowded penthouse till I reached the guy. Sitting down beside him, he hardly seemed to notice me.

"Hey," I chirped. He turned and looked at me with these really massive blue eyes. It was kinda freaky – he seemed to look right through me.

"Hi…," he said after a couple of minutes of us just staring at one another.

"Having fun?" I asked him. The look he gave me was clearly asking why on earth I had asked such a stupid question, then after a moment's hesitation said, "It's okay, I guess."

I sighed softly. Apparently, he wasn't going to do much of the talking.

"Do ya wanna dance?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

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"With you?" he asked, eyebrows raising in surprise. Yes! I thought, mentally congratulating myself, I've got him! To answer the question, I nodded cheerfully.

"Not really," his answer was blunt, the look in his eyes plainly telling me to shove off and leave him alone. I sighed again. This was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated.

We sat there, the silence growing and for the first time ever, I seriously had no idea what to say. What did I have to do to get this guy to like me? It was something I had enevr had to worry about, and it puzzled me until I came up with an idea.

"It's really hot in here, wanna go outside for a bit?"

The boy sighed dramatically. "Fine," he said, although his tone was more than a little reluctant. I got to my feet, leading the way past the crowd and out through a side door. A small flight of stairs led from the terrace onto the lawn beyond the door and I sat down on one near the top, patting the empty space beside me and inviting the boy to take a seat beside me. He sprawled out lazily a little way away from me, looking up at the star streaked sky above.

"It's a really nice night," I attempted.

"Mhmm..."

"So…what's your name?" I asked, realizing that I actually had no idea.

"Douglas."

"I'm Lilly. How old are ya?"

"Sixteen, now shut up and listen," he snapped, making me feel even stupider than I already did, if possible.

"To what?" I asked, completely surprised. By the pale light of the moon and the lights streaming from the house windows behind us, I actually saw him redden slightly.

"Nothing, forget it." she mumbled.

"Spill," I coaxed, now pretty curious. He gave a small sigh.

"Don't tell me you can't hear it?"

"Hear what?" I was beginning to get impatient and it showed in my tone.

"The stars…they're singing."

If anyone else had said it I would've been hysterical. Seriously, I'd have ruined them – never let them forget it nor live it down. Strangely, coming from this odd boy with moonlit hair and star-spangled eyes sprawled beside me, it felt sort of natural. I was actually silent for a little while, straining to listen, but couldn't hear anything.

"I can't hear them," I admitted at last.

"You can't?" he asked, turning to face me for the first time. I shook my head, actually disappointed, and the boy shrugged.

."That's bad," said..

"Are you a friend of Dick's?" I asked, wondering why he was even at the party. He didn't really strike me as the type to attend bashes on Saturday nights.

"His dad just sold a deal to my parents, he felt he had to invite me."

I nodded. There was no point in denying it. Dick definitely wouldn't have invited somebody like him unless he really had to.

"Do you go to Neptune?" He gave a nod in reply. "Oh..," I was rather surprised, "I don't think I've ever seen you around."
"That's no surprise – you're always either with that blonde friend of yours, or surrounded by guys," he pointed out calmly. For some reason, I felt the blood rush to my face and actually blushed.

"I guess…" I shrugged.

"Anyway," he continued, ignoring my answer, "girls like you don't ever notice guys like me." I couldn't help it. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh I know what I am," he said, seeing my expression, "I'm a loser - a plain, uninteresting loser who likes art and smoking weed and even cooking. I'm not one of the in crowd. The guys don't think I'm cool, they just make fun of me, and no girl wants to sleep with me. I'm not really anybody much to people like you."

It was strange: the direct way he said it, accepting every word as though he really didn't care made me actually feel sorry for him.

"I don't want you to pity me," he snapped, practically reading my thoughts, "nothing will change just because you feel sorry for me you won't change anything by feeling sorry for me. By tomorrow you'll have forgotten these last few minutes, this entire conversation, forgotten me. And it's no use you feeling guilty either," – I felt myself turning red again – "it's not just you, it's everyone else too – someone has to be the underdog and I just ended up that person. It's not anybody's fault, that's just the way things are."

I was starting to wish I'd never started this. Why did I even ask this strange guy to come out here with me anyway? His calm way of making me feel guilty just by being honest was really irritating. Suddenly fed up, I got to my feet.

"Douglas, I'm cold. I'm gonna head back into the party. Maybe I'll see you around or something…," I turned and quickly made my way back into the house.

I never got a chance to see him again. What he said was true – he was the underdog, a complete nobody and that's the way things were. He was right, I didn't want to sleep with him, and the other girls laughed at him for being left all alone in the cold at the party, if they even noticed him there at all. He was wrong about one thing, however. I didn't forget him the next day. In fact, I often used to think of him, sitting along in the dark listening to the stars as they sang for him…