“Right… Z will kill him.”
* * *
Banging on Low’s front door, it pulls open quickly.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“There’s a house party.” I tell her.
“Why didn’t I hear about it?”
“Cause someone I know from high school is throwing it.”
“I thought you didn’t like anyone from high school?”
“I don’t.”
She just stops looking at me.
“Which is why you’re coming with me.”
“Ugh.”
“It’ll be fun.” I try to give her big eyes, making her shake her head. “I just need to…” I trail off, but she knows.
“Ugh, you won’t be able to play this ‘I’m just trying to get over him’ forever.”
“Thank you!” I jump up, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her.
“Okay, let me get dressed.”
In less than an hour, we’re heading across town. Cars line both sides of the street for blocks before I maneuver the car right in front of the house.
Exiting the car, Low looks at me, cocking her head as she nods. “Everyone’s staring at you.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes.
“No, like, seriously. Everyone’s staring at you.”
“I haven’t been around since we graduated.” I nod at someone I recognize, but can’t remember their name. “Plus, that happens. But it’s never about me. It’s always something like that’s Z’s sister. Everyone hates me for different reasons. Guys won’t talk to me because of it…”
“Yeah, that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.” She tells me as I look over, noticing a group of guys watching us.
“Please, I’ll bet you they’re too much of a little bitch to come and say anything to me.” Saying it loud enough for them to hear.
Walking back over to Low after grabbing a drink, I see herlaughing with a man, and I know what’s going to happen as soon as I get close. He’ll get awkward and leave.
Not wanting to cockblock her, I walk out the back door into the yard. Sitting down at the edge of the pool. Slipping my shoes off and let my feet dangle into the water.
“Well, if it isn’t Drew Anderson.” A voice calls to me, causing me to look over. The light cast from around his face, making it difficult to distinguish any features.
“Am I supposed to know you?”
“Ouch.” He holds a hand over his heart as if I wounded him. “Maybe not, but I know who you are.”
“Join the club.” I laugh as I motion around in the air, meaning anyone here, fuck everyone in this city knows who I am, but it’s never been my choice. “Everyone’s too afraid to speak to me because of…” I trail off because we all know what I’m trying to say.
