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Chapter 5

As promised Charlie picked me up half past nine and we drove to the party together. I was relieved that we were the only ones in the car, because it I had to spend most of my Saturday night in the company of ALL his friends and more of the likes, then I needed to be just a few minutes alone with my best friend.

"How was your grandma?"

"Fine as always" I smiled.

"Hey lighten up! I know you don't like these parties, but it means a lot to me that you're coming. I rarely ever party with my best friend" he smiled as he stopped the car in front of Brady Wright's house, the host to this dreadful party. I really didn't look forward to this.

"Let's just get it over with" I said and smiled playfully to Charlie. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and we left the safety of the car.

The music flooded out of the house in steady beats and it only confirmed, what I already had thought. It would be close to impossible to talk in there.

We walked straight in and in a matter of seconds Violet had flung her arms around Charlie, given him a peck on the cheek and bit him welcome even though she didn't even live here. I rolled my eyes at how desperate she wanted him. She turned to me with a cold, pointed look.

"I see you brought the dead weight. Now, let's get something to drink" she pulled my friend away before any of us could say anything, and I was quickly left alone, in the middle of a party, where no one clearly wanted me to be… except Charlie, who it could easily take hours to find in this jungle of people.

Sigh. This was so going to be a long night.

As I said; this was going to be a long night, and it was only around eleven. I still hadn't found Charlie, I was bored and I wasn't even drunk enough to ease the boredom. I didn't want to be a loner and drink my brains out with these people – who constantly sent me glares that indicated that I really didn't belong here and I couldn't agree more. Just think about the stupid thing I could do and make them dislike me even more.

I walked aimlessly through the rooms without a purpose other than looking for Charlie, but I had kind of given up on that an hour ago. Now it was mostly to kill time and because there was nowhere I could sit. Every couch, chair and flat surface to sit on was taken, either by snogging couples, passed out strangers or people sticking their heads together to keep what looked like drunken conversations. My head had begun to throb, because the music still blasted through the house.

"Do you loser even know how to have fun?"

I cringed my teeth, before turning with a sweet smile and looked at Violet. She was tipsy and send me a cold stare.

"Why do you even bother talking to me? We hate each other, remember?" I talked to her like I would have talked to a child, and it clearly annoyed the shit out of her. Mission accomplished.

"I don't know why Charlie bothers with you. You two are so different. He is hot, popular, cute and a great football player. You are…" she looked me up and down, like I was some sort of mutant spider. I snorted with annoyance of how superficial she was. Did this girl even know Charlie?

"… a stalker freak" she finished and I laughed.

"That's the best you've got? And who are you calling a stalker? Talk about being a hypocrite" her stupidity surprised me every time.

She looked like she was about to explode, but then she seemed disturbingly pleased with herself.

"Well, at least Charlie doesn't hang out with me out of pity"

I could feel a bigger fight coming up, but I didn't care. She shouldn't think that just because she was used to get everything she ever pointed her finger at, she would get away with acting like a bitch. As I both opened my mouth to say a spiteful comment to the other, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the crowd. I saw with regret as Violet turned on her heels with a too arrogant look for her own good on her face. She had not won this one! And who even disturbed the fight? The only person at this party I could think of, to do something in kind of matter was Charlie, but he wouldn't have pulled me away. You might be wondering where "away" is, right? Well, I'm just going to tell you anyway. Right now I was outside in front of the house. It was nothing less than a relief, to finally be free of the loud music… or at least get a little distance to it.

"What are you…" I started, as I turned around to face the person who has pulled me outside.

"You didn't expect to see me here, huh?" Kyle asked with a playful smirk. I placed my hands on my hips as I answered. I could see Logan and Timmy Ford leaning on two out of three motorcycles, not far away from where we stood. They looked bored and inpatient, but I quickly turned my attention back to Kyle.

"Why did you pull me away? It's not like I needed to be rescued or anything of that sort" I was a bit annoyed, but not really at Kyle. More because I still had the feeling that Violet thought that she won – which she haven't – and she annoyed the crap out of me.

Kyle chuckled a bit.

"You don't have to convince me there and who said anything about recuing you?"

I rolled my eyes and decided to drop the subject.

"What are you guys even doing here?" I downed the last of my beer and threw the cup on the lawn. I wasn't the first to do so, so I didn't feel bad for adding more cleaning to those unfortunate people who was assigned to that tomorrow.

"We were gate crashing, but then Logan saw you and the blonde, and well… you know the rest" he winked at me. Remind me to thank that guy later. It really was for the best that the fight was stopped when it was. No matter how much I enjoyed annoying Violet, it was not worth ruining my already disastrous night.

I sighed and looked back at the house. We were not the only ones outside, but everyone seemed so freaking wasted, it surprised me that they could even stand. I needed to find Charlie, so that we could go home, but I wasn't in a hurry to get inside again, especially not after the fight with Violet and the thought of searching for my best friend wasn't that tempting. Maybe I should just go home by myself. Charlie had other friends here, who could look after him… or at least make sure he fell asleep near the house, if he was too drunk to care.

"Thanks for… helping… I guess? Good night" I said with a smile before turning to walk home. I might a least get going, but…

I held a hand to my head by the sudden dizziness caused by me starting to move. Maybe I had gotten more to drink than I thought. Or maybe the alcohol just hit this hard, because I wasn't used to it.

"Woah, where are you going, tiger?" Kyle grabbed my arm as if I was about to fall. Was it concern I could detect under that teasing tone? Must be the alcohol playing tricks on me. Logan and Timmy came over to us.

"Don't call me that, and I'm going home, Sherlock" I mumbled and gently pushed him away. It seemed like all my strength was slowly leaving me. Strange.

"Are you sure, that's such a good idea?" Logan looked a bit concerned.

"I didn't drink that much and I'm probably just dizzy because of the loud music. I'm fine" of course my body betrayed me by swaying slightly. This was ridicules! How could I suddenly feel this dizzy, just because of a couple of beers? It had been beer right? Yeah, I strictly remember only drinking beer. It couldn't have been spiced, right? I mean. These people could easily have done it in there and it was definitely their sort of pranks. Cruel ones. Where people like me was the victims.

"How much did you get?" Timmy asked amused by how hard I found it to stand straight. I send him a glare that could kill, before finding support in Logan and Kyle.

"With an alcoholic mother, I think I should be able to take two beers. It's in my genes" I joked sarcastically and bitter. What in God's fucking name was in that beer? Oh my god, I was dizzy.

"I'm so going to kill those idiots? Who do they think they are anyway? This is the last time I… oh" my voice sounded a bit muffled and it was difficult to really think straight.

The three guys in front of my looked really concerned know, even though I think they were a little bit amused. It was actually hard to tell. Maybe they were angry too? Hmm, I could really eat some pizza right now.

I voiced the last thought and was rewarded with a slight chuckle, but it was hard to say who had laughed. Everything was turning.

"I might not be all fine anymore. Or maybe it's just everything else that… isn't fine. Has the world always been turning this much or is it just me?" I wasn't quite sure if I said it aloud or just thinking it.

"Can you put your arms around my neck?" Kyle asked somewhere to my left. Or was it right?

I looked at him and couldn't quite focus.

"Which neck?" I laughed even though I didn't know what was so funny all of a sudden. Maybe it was just Kyle in general, and the fact that this stranger seemed so serious and worried. It was really weird.

He put my arms around his neck and took me in his arms bridal stile. I threw my head back and looked at Logan.

"Why are you upside down, Logan? And why am I not touching the ground? Am I touching the ground?" I tried to look down, but it was hard to move much in Kyle's arms.

"Be still" he mumbled and turned so that I could see Logan fully. He wasn't upside down anymore and I smiled to him. He just looked at Kyle. Then Timmy came into my vision too, but he too only looked at Kyle. I decided to follow their example. He was looking at his two friends. Well, I'm being ignored.

"What should we do about her?" he asked the others.

"We can't take her home if…" I tuned out their voices. I was so tired and Kyle's chest was so warm and comforting. I could just sleep here. Just for a while. Then I would wake up later. A little later. Maybe.