She was suddenly angry. Angry at Rowan's behavior. Angry at herself more than anything else. Angry that she had plunged into the pool of feelings the moment a breathtakingly handsome boy was kind to her. That must have been it! He must have been aware of her growing feelings and must not feel that way about her. But he didn't have to take this measure. He could have simply confronted her and, well rejected her. It would have hurt but this behavior killed her. She would have come to accept her unwanted feelings and gotten over them hopefully soon.
From all this she came to the conclusion that,
a) Rowan had a girlfriend.
b) Rowan was aware of her feelings and didn't think of her as a girlfriend material.
c) Rowan has double personalities.
d) All of the above.
Or maybe he just didn't want to do anything with her anymore.
"You didn't have to come if you don't want to." Said Willow opening her eyes, surprising herself at how calm her voice sounded.
Rowan looked over at her. "Who said that?"
"No one," Paused Willow. "But you don't seem like you wanted to come in the first place. We can drop you back or somewhere else. If you have a place you want to visit."
Rowan seemed to consider it, before he shook his head. "I want to come." He turned back to watch the window, ending the conversation just like that. Bring the car back to it silence with Brendon Urie who was about to hit the last chorus about the death of a bachelor.
Thankfully it wasn't long before they got to Nick Nelson's house, where the party was being held. Willow didn't know why the party was being held today. Seeing how most of the students will get home the next day. The students from school who were away to the camp. But she wasn't complaining.
Lana Nelson was in the same grade as Willow. She was the most beautiful, as beautiful as Triple Jordan, with sandy blonde hair and forest green eyes, she was also the twin of Nick Nelson. She was even nice compared to Triple. She wasn't in the Hunter's group of friends and wasn't a bully either nor did she involve herself in any way. But Willow didn't blame her. They weren't even friends to begin with. Willow had Melody and it was enough for her. There was also JR.
Lana felt like a perfect match for Rowan. And it hurt, very much.
Not being able to take it anymore, Willow turned around to find some place to sit. But the image of Rowan and Lana had already been carved in her mind and the tear ducts threatened to break free. She headed upstairs hoping to find an empty bathroom or a bedroom, any place she could stay alone.
"Hey girl, are you alone?" Said a guy on the stairs, who smelled like alcohol. Willow knew him from school, but couldn't remember his name. "Because I am too, why don't we get-"
"No thank you." Said Willow cutting him off, her voice was stiff with emotions and she was sure her eyes were turning red. She grabbed the pepper spray A.K.A. deodorant in her bag, keep in her hand hidden. Not wanting to risk anything.

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