Chapter 5 – The Party          

I was standing, hugged up against Adian’s grand staircase, trying to look as unattractive as possible.  The stares that I was getting in this slinky, silvery number were starting to become unbearable and I was feeling really bad for the five guys in counting that had already been punched and dragged out of the party by Glen and Clay.  They both stood across the hall, massive arms folded against their chest, staring me down.  Adian was the only guy allowed to look at me, let alone talk to me.

            Adian walked over to me, nudging me on the back.

            “Sooo, should I tell Glen and Clay to leave?  Because the party is for the team’s victory but they are slowly beating up the team.”

            I looked at him somberly, truly sorry for my semi-psychotic brothers. 

            “I mean, you do look extremely hot,” Adian moved around so he was facing me; his body blocking my brother’s gaze.  “If I hadn’t known you for soo long and if you weren’t such a les, I might be tempted.” Adian chuckled.

            I rolled my eyes.  “Like I’d even give you a chance,” I said as I shoved him in the chest, lightly.

            “Are those breasts?” Adian asked, mock surprise, as he lifted his hand to try and look down my dress top.

            “Hey, hey, hey mister!” Ashley appeared from nowhere, with two drinks in hand, one that she had already started sipping on.  “Watch you hands, that’s my girl,” Ashley giggled at her joke; I could tell she was already tipsy.  We had started drinking before we left her house, mostly because there was no way I was walking into this party sober. 

            “And where’s my sister?” Ashley asked, handing me my drink absentmindedly, which I was grateful for.  As Ashley scanned the crowd for her sister, she didn’t notice me checking her out.  I couldn’t tell who had on less fabric, her or I.  She had on some really short hot pants, borderline underwear, though I had the privilege of knowing that she didn’t actually have on underwear.  While we were getting dressed, she claimed that her thong was giving her panty lines.  A simple white beater dressed her top, with her heat induced straight hair spilling around her.  Again, she wore 5 inch gold pumps. (I don’t think the girl owns sneakers)  She was pretty simple, yet smoking hot and I had to tell myself to stop staring before she caught me.  But her being well on her way to drunk and being fully invested in finding Kyla, I was able to stare freely.  She didn’t notice, but Adian did.