Chasing Dylan

Chapter Seven

I walked to the car, feeling nervous. I looked so different than I usually looked, and I wasn't sure what Callum would think when he saw me.

Before I could approach the car, Callum hopped out to open the door for me. He was wearing a white t shirt, a jean jacket, and black jeans. He looked hot like he always did. He stared at me up and down, and gulped. I now felt extremely self conscious.

"Hi." I said, giving him a shy wave.

He blink a couple of times, and finally responded.

"Hey."

I went into the car, greeting the driver, and Callum came in and sat beside me.

"Dylan, you look stunning." He said, staring into my eyes.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a smile.

"Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." I said, in a low tone, not wanting the driver to hear me.

Callum and I smiled at each other, without saying anything. Then out of nowhere Callum says "Hey buddy, eyes on the road."

I looked up into the rear view mirror and saw that the driver was staring at me, he winked as our eyes met.

Yikes, I thought.

Callum turned to me, and whispered in my ear "He's definitely getting a one star rating."

I could help but laugh, one star seems appropriate.

After 15 minutes, we pulled up to Amy Fisher's house. When I say house, I am being polite. It was a mansion.

We got out of the car and could immediately hear the heavy bass of the music coming from inside the house. A few people stood outside, drinking, smoking, or both. I let out of breath as knots formed in my stomach. This was my first high school party and I didn't know what to expect.

Callum suddenly grabbed my hand and gave me a look of reassurance as we walked through the door together.

Immediately walking in, the smell of marijuana was prevalent. People were up against the wall making out, and grinding to the music in the middle of the living room. It looked like half of the senior class was here.

"Lets go find the kitchen so that we can get a drink." Callum whispered to me, his hand still holding mine.

"Okay."

When we got to the kitchen, a group of football players were taking shots. Callum went over to the cooler, and came back with two red cups.

"It's jungle juice. Be careful, the alcohol will sneak up on you." He said as he handed me a cup.

I nodded, and took a sip. The drink tasted like candy, I wasn't tasting alcohol at all.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Yea, it's good." I responded.

As we continued to drink and talk, Amy came stumbling into the kitchen.

She wore a neon green dress that was skin tight, and stopped right below her butt.

"Callum! You made it! I wasn't sure if you would come." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

I wanted to rip her arms off of him.

It was like he read my mind, because he instantly grabbed her arms and put them by her sides.

"Aww c'mon, you don't wanna have some fun with me?" She said, sloppily.

"No, sorry." He stated, send me a "HELP" look.

She turned to me, giving me a once over.

"Wow Dylan, who knew nerds could look like this?! Now I see why Callum doesn't want me, he already has you."

My cheeks started to burn. I looked down to the ground, not being able to meet her eyes.

She continued "And who knew you had an ass like that, you need to wear dresses more often! You're about to make me reconsider being with guys!" She said loudly.

Her yelling seemed to have drawn attention to us in the kitchen, because everyones eyes were now on me.

"Thanks." I said softly, positive that my cheeks were red. Callum grabbed my hand and circled his thumb on it reassuringly.

Out of nowhere, Justin came into the kitchen, walking directly towards us with a pissed off look on his face.

Oh no, I thought.

He came up to Callum and I, and pulled me away from Callum.

"What is wrong with you, Justin?!" I yelled, as I tried to pull my arm from his death grip.

I could smell the alcohol coming from his pores.

"You need to stay away from his guy, Dylan." He said, slurring.

I looked up at Callum, who looked furious.

"What are you talking about?" I said, finally freeing myself from his grip.

At this point, majority of the party goers were tightly packed in the large kitchen.

"He's dangerous Dylan, he's not who you think he is!" Justin yelled, and the whole room became silent.

"What?" I whispered, looking up at Callum.

To be continued..

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