Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
The walk next door is quick, it is literally the house next to mine. My friends are buzzing with excitement as we approach the party. Music is blaring from the windows and even from the outside I can smell the copious amounts of alcohol. I've never liked alcohol, the smell is gross and I don't really like the taste. I guess that makes me the designated "mom" of the group. Making sure my friends don't get too wasted or die. I'm pretty okay with that honestly. I'm not even sure what people do at parties but drink and dance. I don't plan on doing either of those, so what other things will I be able to do?
Walking in the large doors, I start to feel like this is a bad idea. I can feel everyone's eyes on me. There are several whispers and giggles that can still be heard over the loud music. It's not like I wasn't expecting this but that doesn't make it suck any less. Blake walks in the room and smiles when his eyes land on us. He looked over everyone in the group with a little shock on his face, but when he turned to me his face went slack. 
"Wow, you look great." He shouts over a pop song blaring from the speakers. 
"Umm. . . thanks?" I murmured blushing. I know that you can clearly see my fat rolls and muffin top in this outfit. I'm sure he is just being a kind host, but I don't like when people lie to me. He chuckled lightly at my face which I'm sure is pink with embarrassment. I take in Blake's appearance, he is wearing a fitted white tee with a blue bomber jacket on top of it and black fitted jeans. Slightly more dressed up than his usual outfits. 
"Wanna dance?" He whispered getting uncomfortably close. I lightly pushed him away. He smells like liquor and the smell doesn't sit well with me. 
"Thanks but I was just gonna hang out with my-" I turned to look at where my friends were only to find the gone. Some friends you guys are. Guess I'm a really shitty mom friend. "Huh, well then. My friends are assholes, sorry. And, uh, you really don't want to dance with me. I would crush your feet."
"You never know until you try." He says smirking at me and grabbing my hands, slowly pulling me towards the makeshift dance floor. It's just Blake's massive living room, but all of the furniture is pushed to the edges. The way he looks at me, it's different. I don't know what's going on with him.
"Oh no, I know." He just chuckled and led me to the mass of sweaty bodies. "Yeah, if you think that I'm going there, you are out of your fucking mind."
"You know, it really bothers me when you curse." He says stopping and turning towards me, looking kind of annoyed. Who is he to say what I can and cannot say?
"Well fuck you! I can say what ever the fuck I want!" I put my hands on my hips as to say 'Bitch fight me on this, I dare you', "Whatever, I need to find my friends." I walk away and towards one of the rooms. Now that I'm here it looks like a kitchen. Unfortunately, none of them are here here.
A hand grabs my arm and pulls me back lightly. My body tenses in fear until I turn and see Blake.
"Hey, sorry about that. I shouldn't have told you what to do. I know you have to find your friends and stuff, but how about you play a game of beer pong with me?" Blake has a mischievous smile on his face. 
"I'm not sure. I've never played and I don't really like beer." Crossing my arms over my chest defensively, still looking around. Where did my friends go?
"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you." My head whips in his direction. 
"You? Go easy on me? Please, don't make me laugh." Blake raises his eyebrow at me. "I don't care if I've never done it before, I'm sure I'll kick your ass."
Blake crosses his arms and stands a little taller. He hates when people challenge him because he thinks he is God's gift to humanity. Too bad for him, I am the most competitive person in the world.