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Making out with her.
Like, he was eating her face off.
Oh… God…I did not need to see that.
For so many reasons.
That awful floaty feeling you got in the pit of your stomach right before throwing up? That. Except I didn’t throw up. Vomiting would’ve been a relief.
Instead, I stopped dancing and just stood there, staring.
And really trying not to.
It was like a car accident. I couldn’tnotlook. I just had to know if anyone was coming out of it alive… because they sure as hell weren’t breathing.
“Come on, keep dancing!” Shayla bumped my hip with hers, trying to make me dance with her. But it was like I had cement in my shoes. She seemed to be pretending she wasn’t noticing what I was staring at, but there was no point trying to hide it. No saving face here.
It was obvious.
I watched as Xander left the patio, hand-in-hand with that girl. They wandered over to the back of the yard… and disappeared into the trees.
“Oh my God,” Shay said. “He’s totally fucking her in the bushes.”
He was. I mean, I didn’t exactly see him take out his dick or anything, but they paused inside the edge of the trees long enough to make out some more—before vanishing into the dark.
“Oh my God,” I echoed, trying to sound exactly as grossed-out-yet-strangely-intrigued as she did. And not like my whole world was collapsing around me.
Shayla was totally on to me, though. “You are WAY prettier than her.”
“I have to pee,” I announced abruptly.
Then I jetted so fast through the crowd, she had no hope of catching up with me.
He was fucking that girl. For sure.
In the fucking bushes.
And he wouldn’t even talk to me.
I went stumbling blindly through the party until I found the staircase and climbed it. The house was spinning a bit, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t totally alcohol related.
Like how slutty did one have to be to actually stumble off into the bushes with somebody they just met to fornicate?
Sure, for all I knew, he’d met her before. Maybe he’d come to the party with her.
But whatever.
I found another staircase and climbed it, too. I stumbled down the hall. It was quieter up here, and I had no idea where I was going except as far away as I could get, and as alone as I could get.
I felt like some poor, wounded animal, dragging itself off into the wilderness to die alone.
I feltsmashed.
It was my very first taste of heartbreak… and it definitely hurt like a motherfucker.
Chapter Thirteen
Courteney
