Chapter 6

Shoot! I'm still wearing my t-shirt and boxers! I felt my face heat up and I quickly turned and ran upstairs to my room.

“Are you playing tag?” He asked with a chuckle, but luckily I didn’t hear him come up the stairs.

"No! Let me get dressed!" I shouted through the door and ran to my closet to find some proper clothes. I put on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt with a red jacket. There, this should be good enough for a party.

Wait, no, I'm not going to the party. I stomped over to my door and swung it open. I walked over to the top of the stairs and crossed my arms, glaring at Waeland who was still at the bottom.

"I'm not going to the party," I stated coldly.

"Yes you are, you look perfect by the way." He said as he offered his hand to me, but I didn’t move an inch.

“I’m not going,” I said and watched him carefully as if I expected him to do something. If he does, I won’t hesitate to hit him like I did Garret. Especially not in my own home.

"Why not?" He genuinely asked.

"Because parties are loud and there are too many people. And a lot of them or doing things that I don't care to see." I answered.

"Hmm, how about we only go for thirty minutes then? If you still don't want to be there I'll take you home. Promise," He said as he held his pinky out to me for a pinky promise. I raised a brow at that and kept my arms crossed.

"Do you really promise?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Fine, only thirty minutes and you have to stay near me so I can find you when I want to leave." He agreed and I reluctantly made my way down the stairs and he smiled before leading me outside to his car.

His car is nice. I mean really nice. It's a sleek red, Ferrari. I can’t believe someone would give a teen such an expensive car to drive. Especially one like Waeland. Damn. I must have said that last bit out loud because he chuckled.

"You like it?" I just shrugged and got into the passenger seat as he got into the driver's seat.

The ride there was quiet, but not awkward. I kept glancing at Waeland the whole time. I didn't realize how good he really looked till now either. He was wearing a light-colored shirt that let you see his well-defined muscles clearly. His jeans were also kind of tight, which allowed you see almost everything. I mean, not like I was really looking. I'm sure his bottom looks great on those, too. It's a shame I can't see since he's sitting down.

Woah, woah, woah. Hold the phone. I mentally slapped myself. Why am I thinking this way? I mean, not only is he a guy, (a very attractive one though) but he's also annoying and a total jerk. He keeps forcing me to do stuff I don't want to and keeps bothering me in class. He also keeps getting into my head with that pretty face and gorgeous green eyes and perfect body. Ugh! I need to stop hanging around this guy. He's infecting me with his... His... Himness! Yeah, that's the word.

I shouldn’t like him because of his looks, that’s not right. Is there anything about his personality that I like..? I guess I have to give it to him for being so persistent, but that’s about it so far.

Waeland pulled into a gated residential area. Fancy. I thought as he parked near a house that was packed with cars and people. I could hear music blasting from the house even though we were still a little way down the street from it. I'm sure the neighbors were annoyed. I hope they call the cops so I can leave.

I opened the car door and stepped out, feeling Waeland beside me moments later. "Why do people like to party exactly?" I asked, already wanting to leave.

"Because it’s fun. C'mon, lighten up a bit." He nudged my shoulder as he grabbed my good hand and led me inside the house.

As we entered, several people stopped what they were doing and looked at us. Most likely because Mr. Popular just came to the party. I just wanted to run away and hide. I don't want to be here anymore; I hate the way people are looking at me right now.

"Omg!! Evan actually did come!" Some random girl squealed in... Excitement..?

"Leave it to Waeland to get the infamous grump here!" A guy said as a bunch of people laughed, some still looked surprised. A small group of girls came running up to me and tugged on my sleeves. "C'mon, let's go get some drinks together" "I'm so glad you're here, Waeland told me he'd bring you" "Omg, we've never seen you at a party before, come have some fun with us. We'll make sure you have fun." The girls told me as they dragged me away from Waeland. I knew it. This is a setup.

I turned and looked at Waeland, desperately hoping I was wrong and that he would help me, but nope. The asshole just winked at me, "Have fun, Evan."

Waeland, I swear I’m going to kill you…

I can't believe he left me to the she-wolves! What is wrong with him? I will never trust him. So much for saying he wants to be my friend. A girl with strawberry blonde walked up, this time it was someone I recognized.

Samantha Willow, she’s one of the most popular girls in school and she’s always hanging out with Mr. Popular. Not that there’s any surprise there.

"Here," She offered me the cup. I just glared at it and at her. She just giggled. "It's not poison. I promise," Samantha brought the drink to her lips and took a sip. "See? Now, drink." The girl offered the cup to me again. I took it, afraid that she'd keep pestering me till I took it. Are all people annoying like Waeland?

I hesitantly brought the drink to my mouth, after wiping away the other girl's germs of course. I took a large swig and swallowed. It just tasted like fruit punch, except it had a kick to it. A strong kick, too, but it didn’t taste that bad.

"The name's Samantha by the way," the girl who handed me the drink said as she smiled at me.

I nodded a bit, "Evan." She giggled again.

"I know. Everyone knows who you are." Hmm...

"I've actually been wondering about that for a while. Why is that? And why does everyone say I'm popular or famous?" I asked I've been meaning to ask someone this for a while actually. But seeing as I never talk to people, I’ve never asked.

"You don't know? Well, you're really famous for scaring everyone all the time. Almost everyone avoids you but knows who you are. They're afraid you'll beat them up or something if they cross your path. You never talk to anyone and you aren't exactly the most approachable person." Samantha told me, nodding her head.

"I know I'm not approachable. I make sure of that. It’s effective, too. Well, it was, until recently. As you can see," I said and took another sip of the drink that I was still holding.

"I'm kind of surprised. I didn't think you could actually speak. Honestly, I'm glad Waeland got you to come here. Maybe you and I could be friends." She smiled at me and a few other girls agreed with Samantha. I stood there, looking into my cup for a few minutes before speaking.

"No, I'd honestly rather go back to how things were," I said in a monotone voice.

She just continued to smile. "I figured you wouldn't be that easy, I mean you've been avoiding people for years. Well, if you ever change your mind let me know, here's my number." She stuffed a piece of paper in the front pocket of my pants and left. I watched her wavy curls bounce as she walked out of the kitchen.

People are strange. Several people tried starting conversations with me, I just ignored them as I drank the punch in my cup. When it was empty I got more.

I swear I've drunk ten cups by now. I was starting to get a bit dizzy. That was when Garret came up to me.

"Hey man, I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday." He said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

I just waved it off, "Don't worry about it."

"Really? Do you mean it? So you don't hate me?" He asked.

I just blinked at him, "I hate everyone. People are irritating and loud." He raised a brow at me then shrugged.

"Figures, I mean, you never seem too happy around anyone," Garret told me, looking away a bit. I just nodded and brushed past him, walking away. "Wait, won't you let me talk to you for a moment?"

"No, I need to find Waeland," I told Garret as I finished my cup and walked into the living room. I blinked a few times, trying to focus on my surroundings while looking around. Some people were passed out while others were dancing and grinding on each other. Others were making out in corners and some were smoking something that smelled awful on the couch.

I rolled my eyes and stumbled into a table. "Ouch," I mumbled under my breath. Shaking my head, I moved to the next room, searching for a single person. Didn't I tell him to not leave my side? The Jerk, didn’t I tell him not to leave my side. I sighed and my vision blurred for a moment. Damn, I drank too much. I looked up and saw the tall redhead. Ah-hah! There he is!

Why is he so far away? Maybe if I reach out he’ll come to me on his own.

That's the last thing I remember before everything was a blacked-out blur.