I roll my eyes, probably found himself a woman and has taken her upstairs for a long evening.

Katie and I make it to the kitchen where she chats with some people she knows. I stay at her side nodding when I see fit or throwing in a word or two here or there. I recognize some people here from our school but they aren't anyone I associate with.

The party isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I stick close to Katie. She knows far too many people, seeming to be stopped by someone new every couple of minutes, leaving me standing beside her awkwardly. I do my best to jump into the conversations, but many of them revolve around things that I am not all that interested in or know much about. I end up remaining silent throughout most of it. Katie does her best to try and pull me into the conversations but it’s a bit difficult even for her. I don’t blame her for it but it’s another reason I don’t like parties, too many strangers.

However, it's getting later and later into the evening and I have still not seen Gavin. Katie is beginning to get past the buzzed phase. She's starting to trip over her feet and her face is starting to match a fire truck. There is no way she can drive home. I will have to take her then walk to Junior's since he's about two blocks from her. Wishing to tell Gavin of the change of plans, I pull out my phone to call him...but he doesn't answer.

"Damn it, Gavin," I groan. He may not have heard it since it's so loud so I begin walking about the house to search for him, only after I order Katie to stick with her more sober friends who agree to watch her.

Knowing him, he's most likely upstairs. Everyone knows what happens upstairs and Gavin is definitely the guy who always goes upstairs. I'm not keen on the idea of going up there, but I can at least check to see if he's around the area.

I'm on my way over when I finally spot the boy and regret having looked for him at all. I stand in the doorway, staring across the room at the brunette who is lip locked with a gorgeous red head. Neither seem at all concerned with the world around them. They are so engrossed with another, even with some stranger sitting far too close to them on the couch watching, to care about anything other than undressing one another. The girl is running her hands beneath Gavin's shirt, now eagerly leaning down to kiss at his neck. His once styled hair has become a mess and his once bright hazel eyes are dim and blood shot. Gavin has the girl's top off and she's about to do the same to him when the freak that's watching them leans over to speak into Gavin's ear.

He must know him because Gavin isn't bothered by the stranger taking notice of them or whispering into his ear, hell, he even replies. I feel as if I’ve stumbled across something I shouldn’t. In shock, I watch as the two nod then say something to the girl who opens her lips to allow the stranger to place an unknown pill between her lips. He gives one to Gavin as well then himself. I am not naïve enough to think those pills to be mere aspirins. I feel sick again and something tells me it's not from the few drops of alcohol I've consumed.

I never imagined Gavin to do any type of drug. Pot, maybe, but that...what was that? I'm not educated on drugs and its different forms but it was clearly a drug that he obviously shouldn't be taking. The sickness rising within my stomach is almost enough to make me want to vomit.

I stare at Gavin, who allows this girl to drag him and the second man towards the steps. The boy that appears older has his hand slipping into the back of her pants while Gavin trudges behind appearing to be mostly gone from the world. A moment ago, I would have said Gavin was beyond eager to get in this girl's pants with the way he was kissing her. However, now, as the three of them head for the stairs there's an almost solemn look to his face.

Seeing his furrowed brow and thin lips, Gavin looks troubled. Though his eyes show that he is nowhere near the ground, he somehow seems to remain aware that he is uncomfortable. However, that doesn’t stop his feet from moving, one step after the other.

Gavin is unaware of my presence, not even noticing that he’s growing closer to me with each step seeing as, in order to get upstairs, they must pass me. I debate with myself whether to move, to pretend like I've seen nothing and shield myself behind some drunk teens. Should I pretend this never happened? Forget about it and never bring it up? However, my body appears to be frozen in place and I don’t have the time to make a decision or.

Gavin's dilated eyes suddenly spot me ahead of them. Time seems to stop as hazel eyes narrow on me. For a moment, those eyes appear sad and cold as if to say oops, you caught me. His face is apathetic, revealing nothing of what could possibly be happening behind those bloodshot eyes. The way he’s looking at me sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t speak or move or do anything other than simply stand there and stare.

Gavin appears to regret me witnessing what's going down, but the world begins to spin again and, in a single second, Gavin changes and begins to smile at me. The smile is sick and I nearly find myself reaching out to stop him as he brushes by, but instead, my hand stills in midair. For some reason, there seems to be an obstruction that has formed between us. Something told me that even if I did stop him, even if I built up the courage to speak to him he wouldn't hear me. Suddenly, a wall of frozen ice has risen between us and all I can do is stare as the boy raises his hand to playfully wave his fingers at me, like this is totally normal, that it’s ok and everything is fine.

I turn to watch him disappear up the stairs and I realize in that moment that I don't know Gavin at all.