Never Expected [Billy Unger Fanfic]

Chapter 35

Amber's POV
I love parties.
You're probably wondering why I love parties, even though my idiot friends lied to me, I got told off by the world's biggest slut, and met my...well, my 'friend's' enemy. Well, the only thing good about that party was... Billy effing Unger kissed me. Yes, there were sparks. The same ones I got with Nash, and it was clearly starting to worry me. I loved Nash. After a few years, I'm still not ready to tell anyone about the story. I don't even know why I never decided to tell someone. I'm just afraid of Billy throwing my heart on the floor just like he-who-shall-not-be-named.
But I have a good feeling about Billy. Maybe he'll be...different. All right, onto a different topic. My friends lied to me. And again, you are probably wondering how I found out.

You see, I had to find out from Spencer. Yes, Spencer. I had promised to dance with him, and hey. I don't break my promises. Of course, Billy wasn't around. I was complaining about the music taste again, and he felt the need to tell me it was Olivia's party, so the music will be as shitty as her. That part I agreed on, but I was shocked to find out this was her party. After we got home, I blew up on them, and it leads me to where I am now. Sprawled on the bed -with comfortable clothes this time- and ignoring everyone. Sure I'm mad, but I'm not raging. When I rage, nothing good ever comes out of that.

I sighed, staring up at the TV I had just turned on. Switching to Netflix, I had turned on Doctor Who. Hey, Doctor Who is the best. That show is the shit. But Cassandra is an idiot. She's like a sci-fi version of Olivia. Switching topics once more, I'm not that mad at Billy for not telling me. I don't know, it's just- After what happened today, I didn't have it in me to be mad at him. He was sweet. There was a knock at my door. "Go away!" I yelled, turning the TV volume up louder.
"But you don't even know who it is!" Dylan protested from the other side of the door.
"Okay, who is it?" I asked, faking sweetness.
"Dylan." He replied uncertainly.
"Alright then, Dylan. Go away!" I shouted, emphasizing his name.
"Really, Amber?" He grumbled from the other side, and I could imagine his rosy cheeks forming a frown.
"Yes, really." I pursed my lips, trying to focus on my show.
"I just want to talk to you." And now I could tell he was pouting.
"Is it just you?" I questioned, dimming the volume this time.
"Yes." He stated sincerely, tone changing.
"Fine," I sighed,
"Come in." The room door swung open, revealing Dylan who looked a bit annoyed. Well, I would too if someone made me do all of that before coming in. I guess I'm just that irritating.
"Finally." Dylan muttered, stomping over to where I was laying down. I scooted over a bit, so he could take a seat.
"Okay, before you kick me out of your room or whatever it is you're scheming, just hear me out." He took a deep breath. Is he really that scared of me? Frankly, I'm not scary at all. None the less, I tore my gaze away from Doctor Who, and then focused on him.
"Okay so Liam or someone told us that there was a party going on. And when we asked who, he said it was Olivia Holt's. So guys being guys, they naturally agreed. Then Taylor or someone asked about you. Josh said good luck getting Amber to come and we really wanted you to come, so we lied to you and I'm sorry." He explained quickly, fingers fiddling with my blanket. Thorough explanation. I guess it's not that big of a deal..
"It's okay Dylan, I forgive you." I smiled, turning back to theTV.
"That's it?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Did you want me to go rage on you?"
"No no no, it's just-"
"You'd expect me to be less forgiving, am I right?"
"Well...yeah." There was a pause.
"What about the rest?" Dylan inquired, standing up.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Do you forgive the rest of them?"
I pressed my lips together in a firm line.
"I suppose."
"Awesome! I'll go tell them. Night, Amb." Dylan grinned, walking out.
"G'night." I mumbled, looking back at the TV. There was a another knock at my door, and whoever this was didn't even bother to ask if they could come in.

Emma and Kelli barged in, plopping themselves right on my bed.
"Oh my god, how good was he??" Emma squealed, almost jumping in delight. What was she talking about? What's going on here?
"He must've been an amazing kisser." Kelli gawked, clutching onto my arm.
Ooh, that's what this is about. Another round of squeals were released, and I just groaned. The return of the girly squeals.
"How the hell do you guys know?" I wondered aloud, looking at them.
"We saw you guys." Kelli playfully rolled her eyes,
"So, are you guys like an item now?" Hm. I never thought about that. After that kiss, what does that make us? Whatever, I'll bother my mind about it tomorrow. Right now, I really need to sleep.
"Guys, we'll squeal about this tomorrow. I'm really tired." I yawned, for effect.
"Alright.." Emma admitted defeatedly, we'll pester you about it later." What wonderful friends I have.