My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste

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Bailey's pov

Katrina and I got into Stefan's car and we headed to the party, but we are surprised to have met Kaleb on the way. If I didn't know any better I would've said he was purposely driving slow so Stefan would catch up.

When we got to the house, the party was already in full swing. Teens littered the lawn, some dancing while others downed whatever liquid were in the cups.

We stepped out of the car and Mira skipped over to Katrina and I, linking her arms with ours. " Ready to take the stench of hormonal teens?" her nose wiggled in distate.

Both Katrina and I gave her a side glare. " You're the one who forced us to tag along." Katrina pointed out, leading Mira to shrug.

We entered the house, wincing when the sound of the music blasting off the walls made my ears ring. The boys were behind us but stepped ahead as people who were obviously drunk and half drunk cheered them on.

Katrina, Mira and me curled closer to each other as we weave away from the crowd. I felt out of place here.

" We should probably get ourselves some drinks?" Mira suggested, looking around for the kitchen area.

" No drinking remember?" I yelled, trying to get my voice to her over the blasting music.

" Kaleb, Ryan! " A guy leaning against the doorframe yelled, waving at the boys to come over. Mira being the nosey sister she is, followed after the guys while dragging Katrina and me along with her.

Despite not wanting to be close to Kaleb....Mira was making this difficult for me.

The first thing that caught my attention was the blonde girl lying across the kitchen island on her back. Her top was lifted slightly just under her breasts and her stomach was exposed.

She giggled as the guy who called Kaleb and the guys over pour some liquid in her belly button. The guy smirked at Kaleb and wiggled his brow. " This is your treat for tonight captain."

My stomach dropped and all I wanted to do was barf.

When I thought it wouldn't get worse, it did. Juliet who had been trailing after Kaleb like a lost puppy decided to yap out of her mouth. " The only girl Kaleb will do body shots on is me."

I didn't turn to look at Kaleb's reaction, nor did I care to....I didn't care right?

I needed a breather.

I untangle myself from Mira and brought my lips to her ear so I can utter. " I'm going to find the bathroom okay?"

Before she can protest and tell me she will tag along, I rush away from her like the fire of hell was nipping at my feet. I disappeared into the crowd and made my way up the stairs, dodging a couple of clumsy teens.

She would have a hard time catching up to me if she followed after me as everyone were clamped together on the dance floor, making it difficult for anyone to pass through without a struggle.

I made my way upstairs and decided to enter the first unlocked room. I didn't need to pee so I didn't think it would be a good idea to hog up a bathroom someone else needed desperately.

The room was empty and dark, but the sliding door leading to the balcony was open. I sighed and sat down on the bed, trying to get my thoughts together.

I have changed since sleeping with Kaleb. I do not feel like myself anymore. It feels like I am constantly on eggshells around both him and Mira.

As the thoughts bound into my head, my phone buzzes in my bag. I took it out and it's a message from Mira. She's asking why I left and she's coming up to meet me.

I texted her quickly saying that I was okay and I would join them back soon. It took a little longer to convince her and she finally agreed to not come up to look for me.

I sighed and plopped on the bed, looking out the opened door. The cool breeze flushed against my face and I cracked a smile.

At least this can cool me off.

I just need to stay here for a few minutes until I am sure Kaleb is done doing body shots on girls.

Then I'd find an excuse to leave.....

Or maybe I should make an excuse now. Say I vomited and I feel incredibly sick? This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as the thought came into my head, the door suddenly burst open. Startled I looked at the intruder, my heart skipping when I realized I had not locked the damn door.

How stupid can I be!?

I swallowed and scurried to my feet, ready to scream bloody murder when his voice reached my ears.

"I'm starting to think dark rooms are our thing, flower." The lock clicks in place and my heart began to beat impossibly fast.