Zeke, I'm really not going" I say for what seems like the hundredth time in five minutes.

　　he groans lazily as he lies lazily on my bed, playing with the bed folder. he's been trying to get me to attend Mark's birthday party.

　　I don't party. okay, not like I don't party but partying with Zeke is not really the best thing.

　　"I promise sky, it won't be like the last time" he whined pulling out those lips to make a puppy face.

　　His look made me laugh.

　　"I've always hear that" I retorted.

　　everytime we go parties he gets drunk and i end up taking him home. every fucking time. The big head is so heavy to drag when he's wasted. At one point I felt I'm only going there to bring him back home safely.

　　"I promise we'll only wish him, take a drink and we go back" he pleaded

　　I inhaled deeply.

　　"okay! one drink and we're back right?"

　　"yeah" he smiled

　　"okay, pick me by eight" I say, checking what the time is.

　　6:25

　　"alright" he stood off my bed, gave me a quick hug then exit the room.

　　I closed my eyes the moment the door went shut behind him.

　　Zeke has been my bestfriend since diaper days and I've been in love with him since I know the meaning of love.

　　he's the school hottest guy, best football player on his team, dates tons of people and have a new girlfriend every week. mathematically genius and refuse to use headphones and blast his music in public. he's just too much and perfect for a bad guy and player.

　　if we've not been friends I'll have confess my feelings to him like I've watch other girls do. But he's my bestfriend and doesn't feel the same way I do.

　　keeping your feelings from your best friend is very hard because they are your confidant from the start. The person who's seen you grow up. I'm only Lucky I've got to be his best friend at least.

　　I opened my eyes after some moments. I don't want to think about the girls who will be all over him tonight. I should have gotten used to it by now. I probably sees him with a different girl drape all over him every week. It just hurts. being in love with your bestfriend and not able to tell them sucks.

　　I get up from my reading table then close my half done history assignment. I can have it done before tomorrow morning.

　　By the time Zeke showed up, I was done dressing. I wore a simple dinner red flared gown that stopped on my knee. A light make up and my red hair up in a Chinese twist leaving the tips curled.

　　putting on the necklace he gave me from last time, he entered.

　　As soon as he entered, his mouth went wide, his mouth dropped opened as his eyes razed every inch of my body. I bit on my lips and smiled as I watch his lustful look.

　　"fuck! skylar" he growled almost shouting.

　　"okay?" I asked as I did a little twirl for him to see. I know I look beautiful in red, I have a natural red hair and amber eyes so red make me look my best.

　　"you look yummy sky" he licked his upper lips.

　　I furrowed, almost devastated. he only thinks of me as yummy. I shouldn't expect better. sluts look beautiful to him and not a book nerd like me.

　　I turned my back to him as I fished out my red heels. he's obviously still checking me out.

　　Zeke's is not bad himself, he looks perfectly handsome in those pants and halfway buttoned shirt. it suits it so well and he knows it. it shows off his beautiful and perfectly carved arb. probably that's the plan cause damn it's working.

　　"what's up sky?" he asked. He's quick to see my changed expression.

　　I looked up at him from wearing my shoes.

　　"um... nothing" I gave him a little smile.

　　there was an awkward silence between us.

　　"ready?" he asked breaking the sudden silence.

　　I nodded then graph my red purse on the dresser.

　　"let's go to the damn party and get it over and done with so you can take me back home" I purred then wrap my arms behind his broad back like I always do.

　　he laughed at that.

　　"one drink and we're out" he reminded us as we head out.

　　at the back of my mind I can hear a voice saying.

　　"good things don't come well"

　　By the time we got there the party was in full swing. I can hear the blasting of the loud music from where we stood. The smell of hemps and stinks of alcohol.

　　One reason why I hate parties. It doesn't fit in into my lifestyle. Zeke and I might be friends but we definitely have different taste.

　　"Can we go in now?" Zeke asked softly wrapping his arms around my waste. I stiffle in a breath as my body reacted to the intimate touch we're having.

　　"sure" I replied finally finding my voice.

　　As expected the dance floor was filled with wasted people and the smell of alcohol and weed was much more worse than being outside.

　　I held unto my chest as I cough virgorously.

　　"Are you okay?" I barely heard Zeke voice amidst the loud music.

　　.

　　"yeah" I managed to say standing up.

　　Zeke had his chest tightly wrapped around me as we head into the kitchen to find mark and wish him happy birthday.

　　"just one drink and we're out" Zeke said again. But I knew it wasn't true. he had barely finish talking when his friends approached us. the three of them. Zayn, Liam and Simon.

　　"what's up buddy" Zayn, the tallest among the trio speaker first.

　　"yo! man"

　　after exchanging greetings and doing their boys things they finally noticed me.

　　Their eyes went wide as if it will fall out of it's sockets. now I need no fortune teller to read to me what caused that. of course it's because of me. red suits me better.

　　"damn! skylar you look fucking hot" Liam glowed as he hauls all over me.

　　I blushed at his errotic comment.

　　"you look mind blowing" zayn chipped in and I gave him a faint smile.

　　when I looked into Zeke's eyes it showed pure anger. whatever made him angry is what seems unknown to me. perhaps I knew the reason but I'm not ready to accept it.

　　he doesn't feel the same way as you do sky~ my inner mind reminded me.

　　The place were he held unto me burned me. I'm sure it will leave bruises later.

　　"Don't look at skylar......." Zeke was starting to say when Mark, the celebrant went up the stage, then colleted the microphones. All eyes were turned to him.