The music blared over the speakers. Laughing, talking and dancing.

I sat at a table, a cup of punch in my hand. Emily swirled past me, her hands in Mason’s.

I thought she would have realized I’d come, and that I’d come because she asked me to. But I guess that was before Mason moved in to town. Almost wish he hadn’t.

I take a long drink, draining the whole cup. I set it down on the table, leaning back in my chair.

“You wanna dance?”

No, because your not-

Emily was standing behind me, a smile on her perfect face.

I stood up, realizing that Emily wasn’t even talking to me.

“Great!” Emily shrieked, she grabbed the hand of her best friend.

Pulling her to the dance floor.

Collapse into my chair. Right now I could be at home, with Mom.

She didn’t need me anymore, what with Aria being home but I still felt like I was what was best for her.

I tip my chair back balancing it on the back legs. I hold onto the table cloth balancing myself. Once I’m confident with my position I let go.

I use my legs to keep the chair from crashing to the ground, it’s hard but not harder than watching Emily dance with that guy.

“Hey.”

I lose my balance grabbing the table and falling forward. The chair lands with a loud bang.

I look up, Mason,s red hair is combed back and his brown eyes are smiling.

“Hey,” I say, sounding cold.

Mason takes a seat across from me, resting his arms in front of him.

“Need something?” I ask.

Mason looks around leaning closer to me, “I need to talk to you. . . About Emily.”

Breaking up? That’s too bad, at least you gave it a go.

“I think I’m in love with her.”

If my chair was still tipped back then that would have been me falling, hopefully to my death. Or at least knocking me out.

I clear my throat, “love?”

Mason nods a smile tugging at the sides of his mouth, “I want to get her something. Her birthday is next week and-“

“I know,” I say cutting him off. Like I wouldn’t know her birthday, she’s my friend. You’ve known her for five seconds, I’ve know her for my whole life.

Mason nods again, “So I was wondering if you could tell me something she likes. You know like a necklace or bracelet?”

Okay, I don’t think love is what you feel for Emily. Otherwise you’d know she hates both of those things. I feel a smile pull at my mouth.

“A necklace, the most expensive one there.”

Mason stands up clapping me on the shoulder as he passes me.

“You know,” I cal after him, her turns around.

“In away this is a happy ending for both of us.”

His eyes shine with confusion, but then he smiles, “Glad you think so.”

I hold back my laughter.

I felt a little guilt doing that but maybe it’s for the best. If he truly loved her he’d have know what she wanted, what she hated and liked. I’m doing him a favor.