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The Party{}Part 1

Troye's P.O.V.

   I walked over to the mirror one more time to check my outfit. I wore my light washed skinny jeans, clean white shirt, and dress shoes. Tonight I was going to a party. That may not sound like a big deal but it is for me. I rarely talk to anyone in class besides my close friends and is just not very social. A typical Friday night for me is Netflix and Nutella.

   Before I got to think any more there was a knock at my door.

   " Coming," I said, loud enough so that whoever was at the door could here me.

  I opened the door.

  " You ready to party?" Connor said, leaning against the wall.

   " You bet, let's get out." We walked over to his car and listened to the pop song on the radio.

   Once we got there, I slowly approached the door. I was going to knock, but I just couldn't.

   " What's wrong?" Connor asked, moving a strained of his brown hair to the side.

   " Nothing, it's just that I don't really do things like this much. I guess I'm just nervous," I said in a low tone.

   " You'll be fine," he said, giving me a reassuring smile.

   I knocked the door and when nobody answered I just went in.

   Music boomed through the speakers as I looked around. Girls flirted with the nearest guys, boys tried to see how much beer they could chug down, and I just stood there. I turned around to see Connor making love eyes at a boy across the room.

" Great," I said. I walked over to the plush couch and resorted to what I always do in social activities. Went on tumblr. After a while of scrolling, I felt the spot next to me lower and someone sitting down.

   " What are you doing?" the guy asked me. I looked up from my phone and couldn't believe my eyes.

   This is Jacob Bixenman! The most popular guy in school! I was talking to him! This is not real.

   " Uh nothing," I said in the most casual voice I could pull off.

   " Why aren't you there?" he said pointing to the living room. That's where the real partying was.

   " I'm not really the party type," I immited.

   " I could tell," he said looking down at the fan fic I was reading.

   I blushed, although I don't know why.

   " Come with me," he got up and extended his arm to help me up. Reluctantly, I grabbed his arm and followed him through the house. He stopped at what looked like the master bedroom. Jacob turned the gold knob and opened.

   " Woah," I said walking into the huge room. It had a flat screen t.v., walk-in closet, and the biggest bed I've seen in the middle of the room.

   He sat on the bed and patted the seat next to him," Come, sit."

   I walked over and laid down. I turned to find him staring at me. I blushed again, this time knowing why. 

   " Do you listen to music?" he asked.

   " No," I answered sarcastically.

   He rolled his eyes," Who's your favorite artist?"

   " Probably Amy Winhouse," I said," but you most likely wouldn't know her."

   " Are you kidding?" He raised an eyebrow," I was going to say her."