Fall from Love

complete pervert.
    “I’ll have to think about it a little, I guess,” I say, knowing it will give me an excuse to stare at her all night.
    “I like your costume by the way... very original,” she says, looking me up and down. I’m thankful that she didn’t ask me to wear a costume because, as much as it would’ve sucked, I would’ve done it if she had asked me to.
    “Come on, let’s go have some fun,” Jenna says, approaching us. She gives me a quick look up and down. “Nice costume, Carter. Way to be a party pooper.”
    Josh and Jenna climb into the back of my car and Holly gets into the passenger seat. Earlier in the day I offered to be the designated driver for the night, mainly because I haven’t really been in the mood to drink since the afternoon Holly showed up and found me drunk. Right now, though, I’m more worried about keeping my eyes on the road and not on the girl that’s sitting in the passenger seat next to me.
    When we pull up, there’s music blaring from the house, telling me the party is in full swing. The house is fully decorated for the event, fake spiders hang from the front porch and creepy music is playing as we walk up. I can’t help noticing how every guy’s head turns and looks as Holly passes them. My instincts are to wrap my arm around her shoulder, to show them that she’s mine, but I can’t... because she’s not.
    The front door is open, the house is mostly lit up with black lights, and a few strobe lights are twirling around the dance floor in the middle of the main room. There are fake spider webs stretched across the ceiling and the same fake spiders that are hanging from the front porch are clinging to the webs. Wow, someone spent way too much time on this.
    “Let’s go get a drink, then we can dance,” Jenna says, looping her arm through Holly’s. “Josh won’t dance until he’s got a few drinks in him.” Then she looks over at me and my stomach turns. I don’t do dancing. “What about you, Carter? Will you come dance with us?”
    I shake my head. “No, I’m just gonna hang out here for a while.”
    She shrugs, and then her and Holly head towards the bar in the back. My eyes follow them and, when they’re about halfway across the room, Holly looks back and gives me a small smile. My whole body reacts and I know that I’m in trouble. These feelings she stirs up inside me, they aren’t what friends should feel for friends.
    “Seriously, man. The sexual tension between you two is so thick, I feel like I’m suffocating,” Josh says, glancing over at me.
    Leaning over, I shove him with my shoulder. “Shut up, dude.”
    It’s only a couple hours into the party and Josh is already shitfaced drunk and dancing. He’s sandwiched between Jenna and Holly and I can’t help laughing at him... all of them. The strobe lights are flying across the room and they all of have their arms up in the air, singing at the top of their lungs.
    Earlier in the night, I walked around and said hi to a few guys I knew from class, but now, I’m keeping an eye on the dance floor. Even though I kind of feel like a douche just standing in the corner, watching other people dance, I don’t care. Holly may not be mine, but there’s no way in hell I’ll let anyone touch her or hit on her when she’s been drinking.
    “Hey, Carter,” a girl’s voice pulls my eyes away from the dance floor.
    “Oh, hey,” I say, looking to my left. I’ve seen the girl a few times in class, but I don’t know her by name.
    She takes another step closer to me, coming only inches from my face, and I can easily smell the liquor on her breath. “Will you dance with me?” She glances up to me through her eyelashes.
    I casually take a step away from her, hoping not to be too obvious, but her breath reeks from the liquor. “Uh, I don’t really dance.” I give her a courteous smile.
    “Then why would you come to a party? Do you have a thing for standing in the corner and watching other people dance?”
    Damn, the girl is obviously drunk, but she still makes a valid point. “I’m here for my friends,” I say, nodding towards them. My eyes make contact with Holly’s and I find her looking over at us. “I’m the designated driver tonight,” I continue my explanation and look back towards the girl whose name I still don’t know.
    “You sure you won’t dance with me?” she asks again, looking at me with a sweet expression. She’s actually really cute in her little angel costume, but