A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,52

he played on his own and pointed his drumstick to the crowd for cheers. And they cheered for him. Those in the front row waved their hands, wanting a drumstick.

When Sab threw a drumstick…

I had to cover my mouth because I was in shock.

There were three women literally swinging at each other to get the drumstick.

The scuffle stopped as fast as it started and a woman threw her hand into the air, laughing and cheering at her victory.

When Sab hit the kick drum and clapped his hands, the entire crowd clapped their hands too.

He led them from song to song… the backbone for the band and the show.

Maybe I was a little biased with my thinking, but oh well.

It was Sab.

My Sebastian.

My best friend…

The… the guy I… the guy I kind of loved…

“I don’t want to be here anymore,” I say to Michelle.

“Why not? This is epic. I think someone is giving you the eyes over there…”

She points and I see Dom himself nodding to me.

It’s his house. Well, his parents’ house.

I don’t like how big the party is.

I heard a rumor that someone from the north side is going to call the cops too.

The entire night is nothing but anxiety for me.

On top of all of that, I lost Sebastian.

Michelle heard from someone that he was talking to Amber.

Of course he was.

Amber was the girl who didn’t know shirts came with necks.

She was the cleavage queen and had no problem in flashing any guy that asked.

Among other things.

“I know who you’re looking for,” Michelle says to me.

“Who?”

“Sebastian.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You liar. Are you jealous that he’s with Amber?”

“No,” I say. “I just don’t like her. And I don’t want to be here.”

“I’m staying,” Michelle says. “If you want to walk around with a broom up your ass, then so be it. No offense.”

Michelle dances into the party.

The dining room table has been moved outside and the dining room is for dancing.

I look to the stairs and swallow hard.

I have to find Sebastian. He’s my only escape out of here.

Michelle gave me a ride here.

But I know Sebastian walked.

And I need him to walk me back to his house so he can drive me home.

I tell myself if he’s actually with Amber…

“What am I doing?” I whisper to myself.

I can’t stop myself though.

I keep going up the stairs.

I tell myself I can’t let this happen.

Maybe I should just have a drink and tell Sebastian how I feel.

But how I feel… it comes and goes… maybe.

Maybe not.

I get to the top of the stairs and see all the bedroom doors.

One of those… Sebastian and Amber…

My chin quivers and I’m seriously going to cry.

I’m going to be that cliché girl at a party crying over a boy.

I hurry toward an open door and it’s the bathroom.

I get inside and splash water on my face.

Then I turn around and open the door.

Sebastian is standing there.

I scream.

He grabs my hand. “Come with me.”

“What’s going on?”

“Cops are here.”

“What?” I yell.

“Just come with me, Bree,” he says.

He pulls me into a dark bedroom.

My heart starts to race.

We freeze in the middle of the floor.

Downstairs the music turns off. I heard voices yelling. Some booming.

“Fuck,” Sebastian says.

“What do we do?” I ask.

“We’re going out the window and running home,” he says.

“Okay,” I say.

I trust him. Just like that. If Sebastian says to jump out of a window, I do it.

He turns and I grab his arm.

“Hey,” I say. “I heard a rumor about you and Amber…”

Sebastian looks at me. “Rumors are worth shit, babe.”

“So you didn’t…?”

“I’ve been looking for you for the last twenty minutes,” he says. “Someone told me you and Dom…”

I shake my head. “Never. Ew. No.”

We both smile at each other.

That night Sebastian helps me out of the bedroom window and teaches me how to climb down the trellis without breaking it or getting cut by the thorns on the rose bush that’s growing along it.

Then we hold hands and run off into the night as the cops go through the house.

I swear… if Sebastian wasn’t my best friend, I might actually fall in love with him for real.

Sebastian was no more though.

He didn’t exist.

He was just a faint memory in my mind.

Sebastian was my best friend.

The guy who protected me and took care of me during those weird years of high school.

The guy who stepped from behind the drum kit with a handful of drumsticks to the edge of the stage with his band, throwing the drumsticks into the crowd, which