I look around at the party, sipping my beer quietly. I’m heavily disappointed. There’s no one interesting here. Well, besides you-know-who making out with Cooper’s best friend. Bitch.
Cooper keeps glancing at them with a strange look on his face. It takes me a second to realize what his expression is. Jealousy. What the hell? Since when did Cooper actually care enough about a girl to be jealous? He suddenly sees me looking at him. I consider ducking out of his sight and ditching this party. Total bust.
To my surprise though, Cooper smiles and heads over towards me.
“Hey Brit, what’s up?” He asks. I wonder if he was dropped on his head as a baby.
“Um, not to much. Which means this party sucks,” I return cautiously, wondering when he was going to tell me how pissed he is at me. I was, after all, responsible for his break up with you-know-who.
“Yeah,” he agreed, “Totally shitty.”
I noticed him glance over at her as he said it. I eyed him before replying, “I bet you’d find it better if she was kissing you.”