Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,38

scream whisper in my ear and I wince at the noise.

“Dean? Oh my god! I’m going to go find him!” I take another shot one of the guys pours me before tossing it back. I wave to the group before heading off into the crowd looking for Dean’s brown head. Dean is a couple years younger than me, but he is related to Creed. Which should be obvious since both their moms are crazy. Like bat shit crazy.

I finally spot him talking to a redhead. I wonder if Paige knows. She has been chasing him around for years, and I thought this past summer he would settle down with her. When I get a better look at the redhead I realize it’s one of Paige’s best friends, Harley. “Norma!” three high pitched girl voices exclaim. I guess all three of them are here.

“Oh my god what are you guys doing here?” I hug Dean, than Harley and turn and wink at Paige and Lucy. I wasn’t ever good friends with any of them because of the two year age difference, oh and the fact that I didn’t have friends in Duke.

“Um…Dean invited us?” Harley says. It sounds like a question but my tipsy brain doesn’t take that in.

“Well isn’t that sweet! Did you bring that hot boyfriend of yours?” I ask looping my arm through hers. Alcohol makes me fun, or so Regina says.

“Yeah…he is around here somewhere” I scan my head around looking for Spencer’s raven hair but there are a lot of heads. I give up and turn back to the group.

“Well it was good to see you ladies and Dean. I’m gonna go get some more vodka and dance! Y’all have fun!” I leave with a wave and head back over to Regina who looks even more drunk than when I left. “I need more to drink. Dean brought the entire town of Duke with him. Geez.”

“He did! Did he bring that hot rock star one of them was dating?” she slurs her words. I don’t know how she can even remember considering how drunk she is.

“No. Three of the girls got really pissed at the fourth and they don’t talk anymore. Carter was always a little shit. She lived in the same trailer park I did, and she always acted like she was better than everyone else. But I was like ‘look here bitch, we live in the same dump and your shit stinks as much as mine does, so shut up.’”

“You did not!” we are giggling but I really did. Carter is one of the biggest bitches I have ever meet.

“Wanna dance?” I ask her after taking another shot. Well two more because the guys were begging.

“Duh!” she grabs my wrist and pulls me towards the makeshift dance floor in the living room. There are bodies twisting and twirling around each other and several bump and grinds going on. I’m not much of a dancer but the alcohol makes me not care how much I look like an idiot.

Nicky Minaj comes over the speakers and we start moving with the music. I raise my hands up into the air and swish my hips around really getting into it when a pair of male hands land on my hips. I stop and start panting when he whispers in my ear. “I would know this ass anywhere.” He kisses my neck and my entire body erupts in goose flesh.

I start trembling because I can’t believe that he is here, and that he is touching me. I want to turn around and look into his hazel eyes. Take in his long auburn hair and perfect body. I want to kiss his full lips and forget the past 3 years without him.

“I love the hair.” he says as he sweeps it over my shoulder and kisses my neck. I can’t help it as I groan. God I shouldn’t be here letting him touch me. Not after everything. And there is a lot you don’t know, stuff I want to take back. Stuff I would never want Chance to know.

I slowly turn around as he keeps his hands on my hips. I gasp when I first take him in. The eyes and face are the same, but his hair is short, like way short. He is still fine as hell though. “Chance.” I whisper breathlessly and then I do something I shouldn’t have ever done. Kiss him. He was surprised but he quickly gets over it as our lips move