Cam meets us outside and drives us to the party. You can hear the blasting music from outside the house.

When we get inside the house Nicole squeals at Belly and I.

"Belly, Y/n, you came!"

"Hey, Nicole." I smile.

"You look so pretty!" Belly says.

"Oh, me? Look at you." Nicole returns with a hug. "Are those real flowers?" She asks as she pulls back.

"Yes." Belly giggles.

"Incredible! We have to go show Gigi."

"Yeah, yeah, totally." Belly says holding the hand Nicole puts out.

"You want to come?" Belly asks Taylor and I.

"You have fun over there." Cam says.

"I'm gonna go find a drink." Taylor says.

"Yeah, I think I'll hang back and get a drink." I smile.

With that, Belly walks off and I follow Taylor to the drinks.

"For the record, I don't like Nicole either." I whisper to Taylor.

Her mouth opens and she laughs, "Shut up!"

I nodded with wide eyes which makes her laugh more.

"Glad it's not just me." She says.

Her and I cheers our drinks to that.

My eyes wander over to Conrad and then the direction he's looking, Belly. And Belly's looking back. 

I sigh and look away, Taylor's long gone.

Somebody shoves past me and I accidentally spill all over myself.

"Jesus! Watch it." I shout in his direction.

Jeremiah looks up and laughs at me. I glare my eyes at him, "What's so funny?" I ask rudely.

"You spilling a drink all over yourself. You're such a clutz." He mocks. "It's embarrassing."

I was about to say some very R rated things to him but I bit my tongue back.

"You're right," I say. "I am a clutz." I pour the remainder of my drink on his lap. 

"Oops," I whisper.

The guy next to him laughs awkwardly and gets up, "I'll leave y'all to it.." He says walking away.

I shoot him a sincere smile, "Good idea."

My eyes go back to Jeremiah.

"Oh no, did you pee your pants?" I giggle.

The bagillion girls that had their eyes on him giggle and whisper to their friends.

"You are so dead." He grabs my wrist and pulls me out the front door and to his car.

"Get in." He says, unlocking the doors.

"Why?" I argue.

"Because we're both covered in whatever the hell this drink is." He groans, "We're going home."

"I'll just walk." I say pulling my wrist out of his grip.

"Fuck that, my mom would kill me." He says. "Get in."

I let out a frustrated sigh and sit in the passenger seat.

The ride home is silent.