Luckily, he was there when I arrived at the party. Otherwise, I would have been totally drowning. I didn’t know anyone. Well, that’s what you get for crashing another school’s party. He saw me before I walked over too, which saved any awkwardness of me having to alert him to my presence. He waved and hurried over, grabbing my hand to drag me back over to his group of friends. My heart fluttered at the simple touch.
It’s a pity it means something different to him. Actually, it’s downright depressing. He started by introducing me to his girlfriend (after dropping my hand). She was gorgeous. Figures.
As soon as he left to get us some drinks, his girlfriend dropped the friendly facade and told me exactly what kind of slut she thought I was.
I ignored it and pretended to smile when he came back. Later, when he asked me what I thought of her, I lied. He smiled, “Yeah, I really like her too.”
There are no limits to what I’d do for him. If only he knew… but as long as he’s happy, I won’t intervene.