CHAPTER FOUR

"I look like a fucking whore, get this damn shit off me," I screamed at the mirror, turning to glare at Connie. Julie laughed, sitting me down again and picking up a wipe, she took off the foundation that was caked on. I took in a couple deep breaths before looking back at a very offended Connie. "Look, I'm sorry. I let you do my make-up and I shouldn't have exploded. I don't wear this much make-up normally."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't have put so much on," she reasoned. I smiled and heard the door open.

"What's up with the yelling?" Guy asked and I looked back at the mirror, thankful that Julie took off all the foundation.

"Nothing," I shrugged, "I'm gonna do my own make-up."

"Think that's best," Julie grinned. I picked up a blush brush and opened the foundation thing again, running the brush through it before putting it on. Setting it down, I picked up a smaller brush and quickly put on some eyeliner, finishing off with mascara.

"You look great, Krysta," Adam smiled and I glanced back at him before taking another look in the mirror.

"You guys might want," Julie started but let out a sigh as I walked over to the closet, taking off my shirt and threw on another one. Turning around, I raised an eyebrow.

"What's-?"

"You just-."

"It's our room, your fault for being in here," I laughed.

"I'm not complaining," I thought I heard Dean mutter but when I looked at him, he was talking to Fulton. That kid confuses me.

"Everyone ready?" Charlie called down the hallway, "Where is everyone?"

"Party in our room," I stuck my head out the door, "You're not invited."

"Figures," he rolled his eyes, smiling and I grinned, stepping out, followed by everyone else. As we entered the 'café', yes it deserved quotes, I raised an eyebrow.

"This isn't a café."

"Alright, so it's a club but it's only for tonight," Connie said, pointing to a flyer she had picked up, "See, Fridays and Saturdays it's a club."

"Are you sure this is a good idea," Adam asked, looking around.

"I'll protect you Adam," I muttered, glaring at a guy who was sizing me up.

"I meant that we have game tomorrow, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," he stated and I laughed.

"Course you are."

"Shut up."

"Make me," I smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"Well, I hate to break this spat up, but anyone gonna dance?" Russ asked and almost everyone except Dean, Fulton, Adam, and me went.

"Why're we here?" Fulton asked as we sat down at a table.

"Because you guys don't get enough ass," I sighed and they all looked at me with 'what the fuck' looks, "How am I supposed to know, Jesus."

"Dude, there aren't even that many good-looking chicks tonight," Dean stated and I felt a small stab but shook it off. What the hell was that?

"The music sucks too," Fulton agreed and I rolled my eyes.

"The why are we here?" They all shrugged and I shook my head, feeling someone behind me. Turning, I saw an okay looking guy. "Can I help you?"

"Wanna dance?" he asked and I glanced back at the table.

"Sure, why not," I decided when I didn't get a reaction, besides Dean's eyes flashing but that happened a lot, so I ignored it. Getting up, I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor. Now I might be a Tom Boy but that didn't mean I didn't know how to dance and apparently, that's what most of the Ducks thought because their jaws practically dropped to the floor as I danced with the dude. When the song was over, I flashed a smile and told the guy I had to get back to the table.

"So soon?" he asked, gently holding onto my arm but I pulled it out of his grip.

"Yeah, my boyfriend gets pretty jealous," I smiled sweetly. He took a step back and I stifled a laugh as I made my way back to the table, where Adam raised an eyebrow at my sudden outburst of laughter.

"You looked like you were having fun," he said when I calmed down and I nodded, wiping the tears.

"Dude, the look on his face was priceless."

"What'd you do?"

"Well, we were dancing and while it was fun, feeling something in the back of my thigh isn't exactly a turn, specially when I don't know the dude, if you know what I mean," he chocked on his drink and I smiled, "So I told him that it was fun but I had to get back to my boyfriend."

"You don't have a boyfriend," Adam dragged out slowly and I shrugged.

"He doesn't know that, who would he even think was my boyfriend, he looked pretty freaked out."

"Well, Dean sorta stormed off when you left and Fulton followed him."

"That's weird," I muttered before seeing Adam looking behind me and I grinned, "Charlie?"

"What?" he asked before looking at me face.

"I'll be right back."

"Krysta, don't you dare!" he called but I was gone. Charlie was leaning against he wall, talking to Ken and Averman when I found him but all stopped when I arrived.

"Hey Krysta," Ken smiled and I caught a glimpse of annoyance in Charlie's eyes before he smiled as well.

"Hey guys," I said slowly, "I'm gonna take off but I don't think Adam should be alone where some whore can attempt to rape him, can you go and keep him company."

"Yeah, sure," Russ answered, "Any reason you're leaving?"

"Don't feel good," I put my hand on my stomach for emphasis, it wasn't a complete lie, "I'm just gonna go to sleep, plus we have to get up early, so I have to pack some stuff."

"Good point," Charlie nodded, "Don't worry, we'll watch Adam." There was a slight sneer in his tone and I watched them leave to sit with Adam in annoyance.

"Bitch," I muttered, weaving my way through the crowd. As the night air hit my face, I shoved my hands into my pockets, walking back but it wasn't until I was at my door that I realized I didn't have my key. "Shit." Looking across the hall, I saw the light under Dean and Fulton's door and bit my lip before knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" Fulton called through the door.

"Krysta," I sighed and seconds later the door opened.

"Hey what's up?"

"Julie has the key, do you guys mind if I hang out here till she gets back?" I looked around him to Dean, who shrugged.

"Sure," Fulton smiled, opening the door more, "So you left Banks to Conway?"

"You know too?" I laughed.

"Know?" Fulton scoffed, "No, I'm bitched out, something about being a good listener."

"Fun," I grinned and he shrugged, "The weird thing is, he looked jealous or something. It was probably annoyance though, I couldn't tell with the darkness."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it were jealousy," Fulton stated, glancing at Dean who glared at him. I raised an eyebrow but he shook his head. Flopping onto the couch, I curled into a ball on my side, yawning. "Yeah, hang out till she comes, you're gonna fall asleep."

"Sorry," I muttered, sitting up but he shook his head, holding his hand in front of me.

"I'm not about to deprive you of your sleep," he laughed but his eyes were behind me, where Dean was sitting. A magazine flew over the back of the couch and Fulton ducked just in time.

"What the hell," I questioned, sitting up to look at Dean but he had gotten up and was heading to the door, "He freaking hates me now?"

"No," Fulton shook his head.

"Well what the hell's up his butt?" I demanded but he stayed silent. Sighing, I laid back down, closing my eyes. Completely confused.

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