I hear an awkward cough from…oh, crap!… I forgot her name again. Jesus, sometimes I think I’m in the early stages of Alzheimer’s or something. Um…it’s a guy name, I know that much…Spencer. Thank god, I’m not going senile!

Spencer is doing that thing where she shifts from one foot to the other as she stares at me with concern. I’m taking a wild guess here and saying the two girls expect me to explode into a jealous rage or something.

“So Spencer, you wanna finish that drink and dance, or what? I hear you can get jiggy with it when you want to.”

Five seconds later and I realize I just sounded like a complete moron. Who says jiggy with it anymore? Who ever did for that matter! Though judging by the huge ass smile on Spencer’s face, it was maybe a cool thing to say back in Ohio.

“Um, yeah. Let me just…”

And with that she pours her vodka straight down her throat. Meanwhile, Kyla is watching me with this weird look on her face.

“What?”

She gives her head a small shake as she finally gets Aiden to stand on his own two feet unsupported. He’s not all that steady unsupported, I notice.

“Nothing, just don’t have her end up doing a topless tango on the furniture or something. I’ll get your moron of an ex-boyfriend some coffee or water.”

“Hey, I’m sho not druuunk!”

“Why the hell would I do a topless tango?!”

Both Spencer and Aiden where obviously offended, but in true Kyla fashion, she simply ignores them as she shoves Aiden to the sink.

I turn back to the blond who I don’t know too well, or at all really.

“So, yeah…dancing now?”

She gives me a shy smile and I can’t help but notice that she really is attractive. Her eyes are somewhere between blue and green tonight, her skin unblemished and her hair silky and smooth. I bet she doesn’t put in half the time to look this good as say someone like Madison does. She has that natural beauty that you don’t see often. Maybe it was all that fresh air growing up in Ohio. I don’t know, but I do realize it’s stupid to stand here and stare at her. So I walk away to the lounge where bodies are already sweaty from grinding and swaying so close to each other, not bothering to check if she’s following. It really doesn’t matter in the end if she does or doesn’t follow me, I’m not looking for a new best friend. We’re not going to end up having sleepovers and gossiping about boys or spilling our deepest, darkest secrets to each other. I don’t do close relationships, remember?