Thristy for us

I feel his hands run over me, making me feel warm and somewhat loved. Although I know this feeling is short-lived, no boy could keep my attention or make me feel more interested in them.

I had to say that he does come close, or it is the alcohol that speaks to me and makes me feel these things.

He says something in my ear, causing me to blush. Even though I can hardly believe that he really thinks I’m the most beautiful girl here. When Ellen catches sight of us and comes over to me, I can see his gaze immediately darken, he becomes agitated at her presence. “Colten, leave her alone, she’s new and doesn’t know what she’s getting into,” Ellen says just loud enough for us to hear those words. To Colten, the boy I’m dancing with just like Wyat warned me before about him.

Whether he had already expected Ellen to start warning me about him, “You’re just jealous Ellen, everyone knows you have a crush on girls like her.” He even had a self-absorbed smile on his face after I saw Ellen almost sink to the ground at his answer. How could it be otherwise that she was straight-up called out as a lesbian in front of everyone here? Not that it would have mattered to me if she was, but Ellen is hurt so badly that I see tears in her eyes as she walks away from us.

He just takes back our dance like nothing happened, standing after me dancing with his hands on my hip. I turn around, angrily looking at him with a teasing face, “Can I help it that I want you first? I was first.” What, How dare he! I slap him as I try to run after Ellen, searching for her everywhere until I finally see her sitting outside by a tree.

“Everything okay?” I ask as I take a seat next to her. She looks at me, surprised that I had even followed her. “Yeah, it’s not the first time he’s said this. Although it hurts every time. Often he doesn’t even mean it and is just too fed up to realize it.” I’m surprised she dares to defend him when he is so mean to her. “You’re not going to tell me that he’s normally a sweet guy that you can have long conversations with?” I ask her dryly, though I can tell from her smile that this is not the case either.

“No, he isn’t. Though he is much more pleasant if he isn't drunk,” she says as she dries her tears on the sleeve of the black-sleeved dress she has on.

Later, we walk together back to my room, which is on the way to hers. When we arrive at my room door, we all hear noises that prove Miranda and Wyat are here before us. Sighing, I stand frozen at the door, not knowing what to do next. Ellen grabs my hand and I look at her, “Come with me. My roommate is home this week and won’t be back until next week.”

I listen to her because there isn’t much choice but to go with her. It can’t be worse than having to sleep with those two.

How wrong I was when I woke up that morning with my head wedged between my hands. Those neighbors of hers are awful, how does she even keep it up here? All evening from arguing to suddenly all thumping and if that’s not bad enough, someone else joined in. It seemed like a party in itself with the three of them there if not more.

I walk to my room after saying goodbye to Ellen, where I quickly take clothes out of the closet and walk into the bathroom. I was lucky that Miranda and Wyat were gone, so I already didn’t have to see them. It’s not that I didn’t like Miranda, but she’s so cheerful and enthusiastic about everything, and I’m not. Not to mention, Wyat is a complete dick. I don’t know what I’ve put in his way by his behavior toward me. Although I have to say I don’t particularly like him or would hang out with him now either, it’s that I have to put up with him that I do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give him a word from me towards him.

I get out of the shower and get ready to go to school, so I don’t miss my second class hour, either. Should that be the hour I sit with these two lovebirds. Who are totally unaffected by the little sleep they have got the night before. They sit there sweetly, almost intertwined with their hands, which makes me sick. I have never experienced such a feeling, I am so inexperienced, because I never had a boyfriend. Or at least not that I remember, except maybe it was a kiss from a boy at a party, the few parties I go to then.

The class ends, which is a relief to me because I can’t take that behavior from them one minute longer. I walk down the hall to my locker when I see Colten standing next to it with a smile. How he found my locker remains a mystery to me.

“Hello Avery, sorry about yesterday, I shouldn’t have reacted like that to Ellen,” he says with a clear look of remorse in his eyes. Which I can appreciate, perhaps Ellen is right after all that he can be nice. As I stand closer to him and smile at him after a bad joke. Suddenly, my locker gets slammed shut, and we look at Wyat, who is grumpily staring at us.

“What are you doing? You could have broken my hand!” I exclaim to Wyatt as I almost bump into Colten. “I told you not to get involved with him. How clearly do I have to be,” he says with his eyes focused on mine. “You don’t decide who I get to hang out with!” I exclaim again, moving closer to Wyat now, causing Colten to grab my hand and pull my gaze back to him.

“Stop it, Wyat. I’m just talking to her.” Tries Colten to calm the tempers between us, though it doesn’t have a good effect. “You do, though, remember what’s in store for you. Father’s not going to be happy.” That was all Wyat had left to say before he stormed out of the hallway angry and left us like that with each other pressed up against the lockers. Still, I look at Colten, not understanding. Are they brothers now? If so, I wasn’t so wrong by their obvious traits of each other after all. Colten quickly excused himself and stormed off after Wyat, leaving me alone in the hallway.