YOU AND I

"HUH?"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Huh?"

Emarald's POV:-

After Brett and my little whatever, we finally went in. The music was blasting and vibrating through the walls. We passed the sea of people that were loitering around the house, red cups in hands and I don't think I have to explain what was in those cups.

We reached the front door, but some guy from inside opened it at the same second we started to ring the bell. The guy was attractive to say the least, light blue no the lightest blue I've ever seen was the colour of his eyes, he was wearing a wizard costume with the hat and all but he was one fine man.

"Hey, man." He greeted Brett with that half hug and half handshake thing and then looked at him questioningly about who I might be.

"Hi, I'm Emma." I waved at him stupidly.

"Hey, Bryson Richards." He smiled then waved like crazy, and I think he was aping me. His name sounded authentic and I just knew that he was crazy rich. I tried to smile politely but it was difficult I wasn't in a mood right now to face anyone so I just did a fake one.

"Enjoy the party." He told us both and then vanished between the sea of people inside. Brett looked at me warily, distracted.

"You're good at faking." He shook his head, smirking. That smirk is so infuriating.

He took my hand is his larger ones and we entered the house. It was like the whole house stilled for a few minutes because every single pair of eyes were on us and most importantly on our intertwined hands. He started walking again ignoring all the eyes following as if he was used to this which he was I guess because for well everyone he was the town's bad boy and I followed the lead like a lost puppy, which I didn't like one bit.

Passing the gawking people we reached the kitchen in mere seconds where I found all my friends lounging around and drinking including Jake and Bryson. I went towards the girls first as they saw me enter and bid them my greetings.

"Hey, girls." I grinned, they were looking hot. Bianca was wearing panda outfit a one fitting accentuating her curves, Anne a Catwoman one while Hannah was wearing a sexy waitress outfit.

"You look fabulous."

"Hot, looking at you makes me wanna be a lesbian, so you rock." This was Hannah. This girl.

"Sexy, babe." They hooted. I sat beside them.

"Let's dance." Anne suggested.

"Yeah, let's go. You both coming?" Bianca agreed and asked us.

"No." Came my reply.

"Yes, of course." Hannah too agreed.

"Why not?"

"Not in the mood right now." I replied honestly and ushered them to just go and live their time here. I was looking around unconsciously and noticed almost everyone was on the dance floor. I couldn't find Brett though.

He might be with someone.

Some girl. My conscience replied. Ugh.

I moved my eyes in the sea of people dancing sickly close as though they'll be doing much more than dancing there. I shook my head internally.

I first saw the girl in the cafeteria, what was her name again? Candice? Never. Janice? No. Jennifer? Jennifer, yes, that was her name. She had both of her arms around him, dancing with him. I could only see his back, from here it looked like he was enjoying it.