Chapter 3 Chapter Three

I nod my head and the first tear slips out. “Yes, she did, it’s okay though I’m used to it.” I say trying to force the tears to stop.

Keaton wipes away a tear off my cheek and sighs. “I am so sorry Erin. I’m sorry she acts like that towards you. You aren’t fat. I hope you know that.”

I give him a soft smile. I know he is just saying that to make me feel better. He’s my brother’s best friend I have known him my whole life. Of course, he is going to say I’m not fat just to make me feel better. It doesn’t mean he actually thinks that though.

“Thanks Keaton. Really, it’s fine though. I’m used to people making nasty remarks like that all the time. I shouldn’t have said anything about it. Just forget it okay.” I say shaking my head. I wish I hadn’t told him about it. I don’t know why I told him. It’s not like I would ever admit something like that to my brother, so why did I tell him.

Keaton gives me a sympathetic smile. “You shouldn’t have to deal with that though. I will talk to Sapphire, you don’t deserve to be talked to like that.”

“No, Keaton seriously it’s fine. Forget I said anything about it. Just go back to the party, I’m sure Sapphire is probably wondering where you are.” I say wiping a stray tear away with the back of my hand.

Keaton pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and if I didn’t know any better, I would think he was going to kiss me. Not that I’ve ever been kissed before. Before I can find out if he was going to kiss me or not the door flies open.

“Keaton dude, there you are. Everyone is looking for you. What are you doing in here?” Braxton asks, slurring a little. “Why are you with her?” Braxton asks giving me a look of disgust.

Keaton drops his hand from my face and gives me an apologetic smile. “I was just looking for a different bathroom dude. The one down the hall has a mile long line.” Keaton stands up laughing, not even giving me a second look as him and Braxton walk out of the room.

Just looking for a different bathroom? I mean maybe he was, but that wouldn't explain why he stayed in here with me. Why was he so nice to me when we were alone, but the second someone came in he acted like he didn't even know who I was.

My phone buzzes and I reach for it. It's Christian again.

Oh shit. I forgot I hung up on him. "Hello?"

"Hello? That's seriously all you have to say for yourself? You hung up on me for no apparent reason and all you say is hello? I called you like four times." Christian practically yells into the phone.

I laugh, unable to stop myself. "I'm sorry Christian. I was talking to someone."

"Talking to someone? Who is more important than me, your best friend?" Christian asks sounding offended.

"Keaton came in. I don't even know why he came in here. He never actually told me, we were talking." I say flopping backwards on the bed.

"Wait Keaton? Mr. quarterback, football star was talking to you?" Christian asks and I can hear the amusement in his tone.

I roll my eyes. "He's my brother's best friend, you know that's the only reason he is nice to me. If he wasn't Evan's best friend he wouldn't even talk to me, let alone acknowledge my existence." The same way he acted when Braxton walked in here.

Christian laughs. "Maybe he is secretly in love with you."

I roll my eyes, but I feel my heart beat quicken anyway. I know damn well Keaton would never be interested in a girl like me. I am the exact opposite of his type. I am not a cheer captain, a size two, or even remotely close to popular. Not to mention the fact that he is my brother's best friends and completely off limits. He definitely wouldn't be in love with me.

"You must have done some serious drugs if you think someone like him would be in love with someone like me. I say laughing.

Christian laughs. "If I had some drugs I would share them with you, then maybe you would have fun at these parties you get drug too all the time."

"You keep laughing at me and I will drag you to the next one of these awful parties. See how much you like them." I threaten and Christian goes quiet. Uh huh. That's what I thought.

"You want to come over tomorrow to hang out?" Christian asks.

"Nice subject change." He hates parties as much as I do. "But yes. I would love to hang out."

"Good. I will see you tomorrow. I have to go, but you can text me." Christian says.

"Blah. You suck." I say making a face, even though he can't see it."

Christian laughs. "Love you too. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Christian hangs up. What am I supposed to do now? Maybe Evan is ready to go home. I doubt it, but maybe I can guilt him into taking me home.

I sit up. Looking at the time on my phone. It's almost midnight. Mom and Dad will be wondering where we are. At least that is fixing to be my excuse. If I can find him in this freaking house. I don't even know who's house this is, or where their parents are.

I wonder how much trouble who ever lives here is going to be in when their parents see the mess everyone is making here. I would kill my kid if they did something like this in my house.

I take a deep breath and make my way back into the chaos. Squeezing past people and mumbling my apologies as I pass by. Not that anyone is listening.

I search room by room, looking everywhere. Come on Evan where are you?