"She is. Just like the Joker." Chase said to them before laughing "Get it because she has green hair."

A rush of heat shot up my toes to the top of my head. A streak of fury made its way into my body, and I suddenly felt the urge to scream.

"If I am the joker then does that make you Catwoman?" I delivered loudly so that everyone including the quarterback himself could hear it.

"I don't get it" A random guy commented.

I stumbled my way across the kitchen until I was standing in front of Chase. I looked up at him with an expression full of disgust.

"Catwoman because you are a pussy." I sneered.

The crowd went wild with laughter. A cheer of Oh’s and ah's filled the air.

"You are too scared to be yourself. You are always trying to be the big man and centre of attention." I pointed up at the blonde man that I once considered my friend "You are always trying to be something you are not, and I feel sorry for you."

Chase studied the room and his friends before he sent me a bored look.

"I would never sleep with Chase Andrews." I delivered to the whole of the audience that I had gained "I would never even touch him with my pinky finger again. I might be the joker, but I am certainly not joking."

The room was filled with whoops and cheers from the football team.

"I thought she was your girl, Chase." A male voice called out through his laughter.

I uttered lowly so that it was only me and the quarterback that could my words "Just because I sucked your dick a few times does not make me yours."

Every person in the room was still howling with laughter as I left.

The room was spinning, and I felt like I was spinning with it.

I was nearly out of the kitchen when I took a stumble. I grabbed ahold of the doorframe and tried to regain my balance.

Lana's blonde hair and rosy cheeks came into view when she rushed over to me.

"Where have you been?" She questioned loudly so she could be heard over the music "Stone has been looking all over for you. I think he has had enough of being a third wheel."

"Was he not with that girl?" I hiccupped my sentence.

"He didn't even speak to her once." Lana informed with a laugh "He got rid of her with one glare."

A giggle escaped me as I voiced "Lurch is such a meanie."

My best friend studied my current predicament. She studied the way I was hugging the doorframe and holding on to it.

"Are you okay?" Lana frowned while the rhetorical question left her

"I want to dance." I waved off her concern and whined "Can we dance? Let's go dance."

Nobody else was dancing but I wanted to dance.