4. Later Hood
I smirk at him and quickly shuffle away. I can feel his eyes on my back. I glance back at the one with curly hair. We lock eyes and he winks at me. I blush like a tomato and turn away. What the hell? I never feel this way about anyone. Ever.
I'm standing with Calum trying to figure out who he should go suck face with. I chose a chick with blonde hair that's in my math class. She's really quiet and doesn't get attention so I figured why not. He confidently walks over there and presses her against him. I can see there tongues moving and finally they catch a breath only to continue. I roll my eyes. I'm not really in the mood for the whole party scene anymore. But before I go I catch curly's eye again. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows. I copy him. It escalates to the point where I don't want to be making these faces in public. All of a sudden Luke snaps his fingers in front of his face to catch his attention and he looks away.
I slowly make my way to the door. A finger taps my shoulder. I'm really not in the mood to fend off guys nicely right now.
"Can I buy you a drink?" A tall guy with jet black hair is looking at me waiting for an answer. I recognize him immediately. He got one of the cheerleaders pregnant a few months ago.
"Can I buy you a condom? Wouldn't want another accident would we?" His mouth drops. He just stands there stunned. I start tapping my foot waiting for him to say something. He is silent.
I push past him and shove open the door. I look back and curly is making his way towards the door looking at me. No, not tonight. I make a beeline for my car and speed out of the crowed parking lot. He is looking around for me but it's to late. I can't keep feeling this way. Way to many feelings in a short amount of time. Not okay.
When I finally get home I face plant into my pillow. My dad knock on the door asking if I'm alright.
"Yeah I'm fine." I hear is footsteps walking away.
I finally drift off to sleep when my phone buzzes.
Thnx for saying bye Cam. I roll my eyes at Calum's text. It's fricken 3AM. I left 2 hours ago.
Thank you so genuinely for three things: One for waking me up. Two for noticing that I left at one in the morning not three. And three: All of the above. I send the message and drift off. Less then two minutes later I get a reply.
Sarcastic bastard. I reply quickly and go back to sleep.