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more like a C, as my arms push them up higher, I drop them to my side. Matt is still focusing on them.
    Max smacks him, after he notices.
    “Can I get you another drink?” Max asks.
    I look down at my can, and swirl it around, “Nope, Gabby might want one though,” I tell him.
    “Ah, sure. Gabby, did you want something?” He looks at her.
    “Absolutely, I’ll come with you,” She tells him. As they walk off, I see her working her best smile, and tossing her hair around. I realize this leaves me standing with Matt, alone. I’m trying to figure out what to say, I take another sip of my warm beer.
    “You throw a hell of a party.”
    He chuckles. “Thanks, you want a tour?”
    A tour, is he serious? Does he really think I don’t know where that will end up?
    “No, I’m good,” I tell him, biting my lip.
    “All right, how ‘bout seeing the pool house?”He asks.
    I glance over his shoulder, looking for Gabby.
    “Well?”
    “Oh, no thanks. I gotta go find Gabby,” I say, walking away toward the kitchen. As I walk in, I see her throw back a shot of something clear. Oh, great! I pull her aside.
    “How’s it going with Max?” I ask.
    “Not well. I don’t think he likes me,” she says, pointing in his direction. I glance over and see him talking to a group of girls. She fills up her shot glass again, and slams it.
    “Want to get outta here?” I ask, knowing that she’ll probably say no.
    “I think Matt likes you, let’s stay,”she says.
    “He’s not really my type, besides remember he’s a blabber mouth.”
    “Just one more hour, please,” she begs.
    “Fine, one hour,” I agree. Although I don’t know why. All I can think of at this point is pulling on my soft jammies and sprawling on the couch to watch a chick flick.
    As the minutes tick away, I can’t help but feel Max’s stare from the kitchen. My suspicions are confirmed when he comes up from behind, and touches me on the shoulder, pushing my hair back.
    “Nice tattoo,” he says leaning against the wall, touching my neck.
    “Thanks,” I say, as I push his hand off of me.
    “I see what all the fuss is about.” He steps closer.
    I ask, completely uncomfortable how close he is standing, “What fuss?” I move myself back a little further.
    “You have to know Kat, that you’re almost every senior’s mission this year. Probably some of the girl’s want a piece of you too,” he says, slurring.
    “What?”
    He brushes the hair back from my face, again.
    “You heard me,” he says, chuckling.
    I push him back, “Leave me alone, Max.”
    I hear him laughing under his breath as I walk off. I can’t believe that this is Cameron’s best friend, what a jerk. I finally find Gabby, sitting on the couch, making out with some random guy.
    I grab her arm, “Gabby, let’s go,” I tell her.
    She pushes my hand off of her, “Why?”
    “Trust me, please,” I say, watching this guy with his hand up her shirt. He looks at me, but keeps his hand where it is. “She’s fine. I’ll make sure she get’s home,” he tells me as he starts to kiss her again.
    “She’s coming with me,” I tell him, grabbing her off the couch. She comes, too drunk to do anything else. He let’s go of her. As we start walking away, Gabby stumbles.
    I hear him mumble, “Bitch.”
    I grab her bag and her keys, throwing her into her car and drive her back to my house. As we’re driving she pukes all over herself, and her car. Fuck, what the hell am I going to do with her, now? Again, I find myself asking the same question, why do I always have to be the responsible one?
     

CAMERON
     
    I love my Dad, but really? He’s in town for a surprise weekend, and wants to take me to a Blackhawks’s game. Normally I would be stoked, it’s something we’ve been doing for years. We’ve been seeing games together since I was five, before and after the divorce, it’s the one thing he insists upon. Of all the weekends for him to see me; first there’s Kat, and those