My mate, My exception novel Chapter 6

"Dylan! You're right!" I scream. I start dancing even more obnoxiously. I flap my arms and spun around the "dance floor". I don't even notice the people around me until I run into someone.

A hand reaches out to steady me. When the hand makes contact with my skin I feel heat soar through my body and all of the sudden my pains and cramps from this past week all go away. I look into the same pair of dark brown eyes I had stared into last week.

"Hey!" I scream at the top of my lungs, which is barely audible over the beat of the music. "You're that guy that I know!" I slap my forehead and laugh. "And it was you that got me sick! At least I'm all better now that you're here....."

Jake looks at me concerned and I reach up to touch his face because it looks kind of blurry, but also because he looks so attractive. His dark brown hair is lightly spiked up and he is wearing khaki shorts with a tight black t-shirt.

"You're drunk aren't you?" He asks over the bass of the song that's currently blaring. I frown. That's what he notices about me.

"Don't I look pretty?" I ask slightly dejected. "I mean I have thought of you alllllll week and all you have to say to me is how much blood I have in my alcohol?" I thinj for a second before I correct myself. "I mean how much alcohol is in my blood!"

Jake stares at me like he had done a week ago. I was about to retort something about all of his staring, but I suddenly feel a flame throughout my stomach. I'm about to throw up and if Jake doesn't move it might be on him.

He seems to read my mind because he quickly runs me inside to the kitchen where I project vomit all over the sink. After that I'm led to the bathroom, with a pit stop in between where I vomit into an empty laundry basket. Jake holds my hair back while I throw up in the toilet.

"Why are you still here?" I ask as tears stream down my face. I slowly get up to wash my face in the sink.

He helps me find a towel and holds my waist as I wash my face. He watches me with an expression of pain.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" He asks suddenly.

"Well in case you didn't see, I threw up. Most people, like my boyfriend, would probably run screaming in the opposite direction." I say, swishing water in my mouth.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asks. I turn my head to the side, which looks funny in the mirror, so I laugh.

"No!" I say in between giggles. I find myself quite funny tonight.