Love Me Never Page 2

He walks further into the party, keeping to himself. Normally you nod at people as you walk in, or look for someone you know in the sea of the crowd. But not this guy. He just walks. He doesn’t have to push or shove his way through – people part naturally. It’s like he’s got an invisible shield around him. He wears a permanent bored expression, like everything around him is completely uninteresting.

“That’s Jack. Jack Hunter,” Kayla whispers. “He never comes to parties like this. They’re way beneath him.”

“Beneath him? He’s in high school, Kayla, not the royal goddamn court.”

“He’s got a nickname around here; Ice Prince. So he sort of is royalty.”

I laugh. When Kayla’s face remains serious, I stop.

“Wait, you’re not kidding? You guys actually call him that?”

She flushes. “Well, yeah! Just like we call Carlos the Mexican quarterback Hot Tortilla and the creepy guy with too many knives who likes to hang around the library Creeper McJeepers. Jack is Ice Prince because that’s what he is!”

I splutter another laugh, and this one must be too loud, because it makes Jack look up. Now that he’s closer I can see his face well. The bored expression does nothing for him. Kayla’s whispering ‘he’s cute’ to me, but that’s not it at all. He’s not baby-faced cute in the way girls giggle about during sleepovers and between classes. He’s handsome; the kind of lion-eyed, sharp-nosed, broad-lipped handsome you see in Italian suit ads. I can see why they call him Ice Prince. Aside from the thick fog of pretentiousness that follows him, his eyes are the color of a lake frozen through – a blue so light it looks almost translucent. And they’re looking right at me. Kayla makes a noise disturbingly similar to a small monkey and hides behind my shoulder.

“He’s looking at us!” She hisses.

“Why are you hiding?”

Kayla mumbles something into my shirt. I roll my eyes.

“You like him.”

“Not so loud!” She pinches my neck and pulls.

“Ow, ow! You can’t have my vertebrae, I need those!”

“Then don’t say dumb things like that so loud!”

“But you do like him!”

She twists, and I yelp. Our din is doing nothing to avert Jack’s eyes - or anyone else’s. I manage to pry her fingers off the part of my nervous system that makes sure I keep breathing and duck into the bathroom to pee. The toilet’s a mess, and I pat it in sympathy on my way out. Stay strong, buddy. One way or another, this will all be over soon. Either we’ll all drop dead of alcohol poisoning, or your bowl will erode from the acidity of the gallons of vomit you’ve been subjected to. Do they give you retirement benefits? No? They should. We should protest. Picket. Toilet Union United.

When I’m done talking to the toilet in a completely sane manner, I walk out to the exact thing I didn’t want to see; Kayla, downstairs again. But the boys are leaving her alone. All except one. Or rather, it’s one boy she’s not leaving alone.

“I don’t u-usually see you at these kinds of parties,” Kayla stammers to none other than Jack himself. He scoffs.

“No. I don’t particularly enjoy rolling in mud. Tonight’s an exception.” He looks around the room, his lip curling. “But you do, I’m guessing.”

“W-What? No, I mean, I’m just Avery’s friend. She makes me come. I don’t even really like these parties –”

“Your speech is slurred and you’re stumbling. You can barely control your own body. If you have to get this drunk to stand the parties your friends make you go to, you’re an idiot who’s made the wrong friends.”

Kayla’s expression stiffens, like she’s been slapped, and then her eyes start watering. My blood begins to boil – who the hell does he think he is?

“That’s n-not what I meant –” Kayla starts.

“And you look exactly like the type of girl to stay with friends she hates. They probably hate you, too. It must be easy, hiding it behind all that booze and all those name brands.”

Kayla’s tears overflow onto her cheeks. Jack sighs.

“You’re so spineless you collapse into tears the second anyone says the truth?”

My heart’s thumping in my chest. My fists squeeze so tight I can’t feel my fingers. I shove the red-faced boy who tries to hit on me again aside and launch myself through the crowd. Kayla isn’t my friend. No one here is. But she’s been four seconds of nice to me - true nice, not Avery’s sugary poison of inviting-me-to-the-weird-test-party nice. And four seconds is more than I ever thought I’d get. It’s the most I’ve had in a long time. Jack’s lip quirks up in a sneer. Say it. Say one more thing, pretty boy. I dare you to.

“You’re pathetic.”

That’s the first time I punch Jack Hunter’s face. And as my knuckles connect with his stupid high cheekbones and he staggers back with a furious blizzard brewing in his icy eyes, I somehow get the feeling it won’t be the last.

“Apologize to Kayla,” I demand, and the entire house goes quiet. It starts like a ripple, the people next to me and Kayla and Jack falling silent. And then it moves, jumping like a flea, like a disease, silent and ominous and spreading faster than a cat picture on Facebook. It’s like the entire party has stopped, slowed down just to see what Jack will do. They want a show. They’re a pack of ruthless little hyenas and I just bit the lion. Maybe Jack can sense that, because once he gets over his shock he glances around carefully, like he’s plotting his next move, and then fixes me with a glare so frigid it could probably freeze lava.

“Judging by your expression –” I cross my arms and glower. “Getting punched for being an ass is something new.”

He dabs at his nose with his hand, a little blood trickling down to his mouth. He licks it leisurely off his thumb, and then his lips. Kayla’s white-faced and stuck in place like a mannequin. The music blares hollowly and the bass thumps, the only thing daring to interfere with the tense quiet the entire room is waiting on. Jack doesn’t speak. So I do.

“Let me use really small words so you understand,” I say with exaggerated slowness. “Apologize to Kayla for what you said before I make you bleed harder.”

Someone in the crowd snickers. Whispers move into people’s ears and out their mouths. I don’t care what they think, or whether or not I failed the stupid party test – I only care that he apologizes to Kayla. He hurt her in more ways than he knows.

“Why are you so keen on defending a girl you don’t know?” Jack finally asks, his voice deep and with a sable deadly quality to it. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you new? That would explain the moronic ignorance. Do they have schools in Florida? Or do you learn from the crocodiles and the rednecks?”

A collective ‘ooooh’ goes around the room. A flush creeps on my cheeks but I don’t let it phase me. I’ve gotten worse insults. This is nothing. I scoff.

“I can’t stand by and watch while a little stuck up bastard steps on another girl’s heart. It’s not my style.”

This second ‘ooooh’ is a lot louder. I feel a glow of pride blossom in my chest. My hands and face are hot, and I’m shaking, but I won’t show it. I won’t let him win. I won’t back down. I dealt with entitled mama’s boys like him by the dozens in my old school in Florida. They’re all the same - we’ll trade insults until I humiliate him in front of all these people so badly he can’t fire back. That’s the best way this could happen. Kayla would get her justice.

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