“Scottie, can we go talk about something really quick?” I asked him, trying to avoid myself sounding like a bitch to Hunter. It’s not like I don’t want to be around him, but I want to talk to Scottie about Mr. Styles and I can’t very well do that in front of him.
He nodded and got up, putting his arm around me as we walked into the kitchen, which was practically empty, minus the few people filling up their cups.
“So, guess who’s here,” I said in a sing song voice. I was disappointed when he didn’t guess and just stared at me, but I still replied, “Mr. Styles.”
His eyes widened and he looked around the kitchen for him. Yes, Scottie, because I would totally talk about Mr. Styles if he was in the same room as us. Very logical.
“Where?” He hissed-whispered at me.
“I don’t know. He’s with that girl again, though. He knocked and I opened the door and apparently somebody told him about this party so he came and yeah. But it’s funny because his whiny girlfriend got some punch and I have a feeling she’s gonna be one of those girls who get completely fake wasted, it’s gonna be so much fun to watch, we have to go find them,” I said, dragging him out of the kitchen and into the living room to look for them.
We scanned the area and came up short, not noticing the curly headed fellow or the whiny bitch attached to his hip.
I groaned, “He wouldn’t leave, would he?”
“Who wouldn’t leave?” I heard next to me, in what definitely did not sound like Scottie’s voice. Dammit, Scottie, this is twice now.
I turned to my right and sure enough, there stood Mr. Styles, surprisingly without his girlfriend.
“Hunter,” I replied, mentally patting myself on the back for the quick response, “He promised to see me before he left and I can’t find him.”
He avoided my gaze after that and started to walk away but I didn’t want the conversation to end just yet.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” I asked, cringing at the jealousy that crept out of my voice.
“Girlfriend?” He widened his eyes and shook his head, “No, she’s definitely not my girlfriend. She thinks she is though,” he kind of smirked a little at the end.
I was confused though, “Why?”
He shook his head once again and looked down, “Well, I guess I never told her she wasn’t, but I also never told her she was. We went on a date the other night at the, well I guess you know about that. But, uh, she’s been texting me non stop since then and Louis, my friend, texted me earlier and told me about this party. I didn’t wanna just show up alone, so I invited her. But we’re not dating or anything,” he finished off. He sounds really defensive.
“Oh, okay,” I kind of laughed off, not expecting such a detailed response. “So she thinks you guys are dating when you’re not?”
He tilted his head from side to side, “I guess you could say that. I mean, I don’t show any type of affection towards her or anything, but she’s really clingy. Always touching me in one way or another, and it’s not like I’ve tried to push her off. I don’t wanna be mean, but she’s getting on my nerves. She had to use the restroom and I took that as my chance to run,” he laughed and I joined him.
“Well, that sounds like hell. I’m sorry,” I said, genuinely feeling sorry.
“Nah, don’t be. Anyways, you should probably go find that Hunter before he leaves,” he said, but I still didn’t want to stop talking to him. I liked the way the butterflies flew around in my stomach when he was around.