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Chapter Twelve: The Blowout Bash (2)

"All hail King Parker!" Dylan shouted over the music. Two girls draping in his arms but he was able to support both. Just a while ago, he had the hots for one of Emily's best friends and now he didn't even know the name Julie.

Dylan's a real jerk.

How could he think of jeopardizing his chances with someone great for some sluts. "Is it okay with you if I accompany these ladies to my secret layer?" He slurred and the high stench of beer hit my nose. That explained why he was doing something so foolish; he was drunk. Any memory or feeling he had for Julie has been substituted with liquor and easy girls to hookup with.

I can't watch my friend mess up a good chance at love. If he even loved Jules. But I saw the sparks. I never saw him look at any other girl the way he did with her. He was more of a goofball than normally and she seems to have something for him in return. If not love, he truly liked Julie and me just standing here like a wall won't save him. I need to stop him. He can't ruin this. Not while I'm around.

My hand caught a piece of his toga and with no second thoughts for my action, I pulled the sheet, thinking that it would send him flying backwards and hopefully knock some common sense into him. He so desperately needed that from a long time. 

My assumptions were far off though. Instead of my plans working out fine, the whole world got a close look of what Dylan had under his robe, which was nothing. Nothing at all. Good thing I was standing behind him, but I still had to suffer the sight of a full moon. Why wasn't he at least wearing underwear? God I'm scarred for life!

The average person caught nude in front of people would try to cover their junk from the unwanted eyes. Dylan, however, was the exception. He was too drunk to even realize he was naked and everyone around him was laughing at him. Even the two girls who were still latched around his arms were now chuckling at the intoxicated Dyaln and I felt pretty guilty about it, seeing that I was the one who caused it all, so I pried the two mistresses off of him and ushered him into my room.

I didn't dare step a foot through the door. The last thing I needed was some high, drunk, or lustful teen coming upstairs and seeing me in a room with another dude...who was stripped of clothing! My life would officially be done. Never to turn back normal.

"Take a boxers, a shirt, socks and pants. You can come back down when you're dressed." I declared and he shot me a befuddled look. Yes, we were making eye contacting. You best believe that my eyes wouldn't turn anywhere else because they feared of seeing something they should never see. Best friend or not, I shouldn't know about his stuff.

"I'm in a toga. A thin one too because I feel a draft. But if you insist." He grabbed his necessities out of my dresser before heading to the bathroom.

I'm sorry for him when school starts on Monday. I'm truly sorry.

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Emily~

An hour into the party and I couldn't find Daniel anywhere. Don't make what I say surprise you; I'm looking forward to seeing him. Once I find him, I'll tell him. Too bad my chances of that happening are one in a million. This get together was bigger than all his other parties combined! He went all out in spreading the news. Half of Freddie Longhorn High was present, along with several other schools Brad had explained to me.

Come to think of it, Brad wasn't talking anymore. And my theory was proven to be correct. If you thought that maybe for once, he actually just decided to shut up and enjoy the silence--you're far off. My good friend deserted me by the ice box to participate in the keg stand challenge. When does Brad ever back down from a competition?

Should I answer that with a loud or irritating 'Never'?

I came into view with a tall guy with spiky, brown hair, dressed in the finest tuxedo money could buy. That had to be Daniel in all his glory. The least I wanted was to congratulate him on this party. It was a big hit. So I walked over before somebody started thinking that I was a loner girl claiming all the beer. I was down to my third cup, but I was the driver for tonight--because Brad clearly forgot that he shouldn't be drinking and we took his car--so I had to be sober for this one.

The sound of my heels clicking against the hardwood drowned away once entering onto the dance floor. Couples were everywhere, grinding against each other and that made my stomach want to puke what was left from lunch.

And most of the girls winding their bodies against the drunken, probably popular males were none other than Malton High's very own cheer squad! What good things could these girls not do? Note the sarcasm in my voice.

They keep the guys far away so they don't try to frequently harass me. No lie, only seven guys used some corny pickup line on me the whole entire hour here. I should be praising the cheerleaders for this, not scowling?! They were actually doing me a favor, whether they knew it or not!

One of the girls caught a glimpse of me watching them. It was hard to look away from such a sight because they were my sworn enemies. I wanted them to know that I, too was at this party...striding around...by my lonesome. Damn, I need Jules and Kenner by my side!

The girl twisted her face into a horrific grimace. Good thing the fella she was with probably had a blurry vision. He wouldn't want to see the face she was making. I surely didn't.

I showed her my gratitude for both hurdling the guys away and for displaying that ugly face by raising my favorite finger high into the air. Not just to her, but to the whole clutter of whores dancing their intoxicated selves straight to bed. Most likely with a guy they barely knew.

The music had slowed and all the heated dancers walked off the floor so a more respectful crowd could have at least one slow dance. It was already eleven o'clock. A bunch of these ninnies had curfews and midnight was the end of all social events unless you wanted the cops to arrive. Rules and regulations were sons of--

I stopped my sentence when I came into view with a familiar face. Kenner. She was leading a guy in shiny armor up onto the dance floor, rocking back and forth on their heels as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ken was already putting the charm on this guy. Her knight in shining armor. Cheesy, huh?

An exposed crack of skin showed on Kenner's unknown knight. Slightly above her hands was a tattoo of a tree with roses printed on the guy's neck. 

Maybe he's a gardener? I thought. Or maybe he knows that gardening is lame and he only likes roses? Gasp, the rose could have a meaning to it! The symbol could stand for the sweet, vibrant love he displays to others, but deep down within the thorns of the flower was a side nobody knew of.

Emily? Yeah. Don't talk for the rest of the night.

"Emily?" Was that my conscience in human form talking behind me instead of inside my head? "No, I'm not your conscience. But I am a human."

I turned around and literally had to catch my breath once my eyes caught contact with heaven's gift sent from above. Heaven didn't send Parker. No, Daniel was more like the practical joke from hell.

The handsome guy beamed at me and said, "I'm Youth." Flipping his hair effortlessly as my heart skipped a beat.

"Gilligan Youth."

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Um, so the next chapter is the last part of The Blowout Bash. Which I never expected to fix in just one day. 

Again, the magic of Wattpad on the website!

This author's note and the last chapter's author's note ( << did that make sense?) are actually new. Like I said, I just randomly decided to shorten chapter eight and so the next chapter's author's note will be what I had from the beginning. 

If that made sense either. Nothing that I'm saying right now is making any sense. 

Read on.

-T