"What do you mean?" I asked Claire, narrowing my eyes at her.
"I'm telling you to come with me. Everyone's going to be there and I don't want my only female companion to be Gemma. I hate her."
"Then don't go," I shrugged. "Simple."
"But I want to go! And you're going to come with me." Claire whined. "Everyone is going to be there! Darren, Brian, Sam, Josh, Tyler and J-" she stopped paused suddenly.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "And?"
She paused for a bit, "Jake," She finally said in a small voice.
"I'm not coming."
"Brooke, please. Come on! I don't want to be there alone. This is the last party I'll be dragging you to. I promise."
"Promises are made to be broken. But fine I'll come."
"You will?"
"Yes...but um...who's party is it, again?"
"Blake."
"Who the hell is he?"
"You don'
