I Hate You...I Think by Anna Davis Page B

popped out of nowhere to take his place.
                  "Hey there, Ever," he smiled. "You guys want a drink?"
                  "White Russian," Oliver told him looking at the crowd again like he was looking for someone in particular. Jet made Oliver's drink and looked at me.
                  "Sweet-tart-" I started.
                  "Lollipop," Jet finished laughing hysterically. "I should have known."
                  Oliver looked down at me smirking.
                  "What?! It's good!" I laughed. Jet made my drink sticking a cherry on top. Oliver had downed his White Russian and Jet was making him another. We stood talking to Jet watching him make drinks and flip bottles in the air. Tyler would roll his eyes and after a while they were trying to outdo the other. I was more than halfway through my second drink when an excited voice hit my ears.
                  "Ever!" Kimmy yelled over the noise. She came bounding to my side and threw her arms around me almost spilling my drink.
                  "Kimmy!" I yelled back with the same enthusiasm. She looked at the drink in my hand and made a face. She looked at Oliver.
                  "Watch her or you'll lose her. You think she's clumsy sober you haven't seen her drunk," Kimmy told him making a face. My gaze went passed Kimmy to Alex whose arms were wrapped around her waist.
                  "Hey!" Jet scolded. "Hands off my baby sister," he said jokingly throwing a lime at Alex's head.
                  "Let's dance," Oliver whispered in my ear.
                  "We're going to dance. See you later," I told Kimmy as Oliver led me away.
                  "This should be interesting," I heard Kimmy say before I was engulfed in the crowd.
    Every inch of the room was full now. People were grinding and hopping around. The ones who seemed too drunk to dance either swayed side to side or bobbed there head up and down. We reached the center of the dance floor and even with so many people they went out of their way to stay out of ours. Not a single person touched Oliver and I as we passed.
    Oliver stopped turning to face me; he pulled me close wrapping his arms around my waist. His hips moving with mine to the beat of the music.
                  "Just ignore them," he whispered to me as I glanced at all the people watching us. Normally I wouldn't mind the attention but for some reason I felt self-conscience. Oliver twirled me around and pulled me to him, my back against his chest. Shutting my eyes I let the music take my body, I fell into sync with Oliver.
                  "That's my girl," Oliver groaned in my ear seductively. His girl? Did he really think of me as his? Oliver and I danced for a while; every now and then Jet would pop up and shove a shot of something in my hand.
    Sweat was clinging to my brow and I was panting as Oliver spun me around and into his chest. The song ended and another had stared but I was stuck in a trance it seemed staring up into his eyes. Our noses were almost touching. His warm breath tickled my lips. The smell of liquor was strong. I held my breath as he leaned down gently touching his nose to mine.
    His lips inches away and it was driving me crazy. He was so close. I begged him to move just an inch more and our lips would touch in what would be the most amazing kiss I could image. Instead, Oliver ruined the moment.
                  "I thought it was against the rules to kiss your teacher," he said turning up the edge of his perfect lips into that devilish smirk I hated so. I pulled away scolding myself for almost kissing him.
                  "You right it is," I replied promptly. He frowned. I turned sharply from him and pushed through the crowd. I found the bar again. Jet was serving some people so I turned to Tyler. My head was already swimming with the