Life Of Bayla

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In Lakewood, after exams, some seniors throw wicked parties and only the coolest and hottest students got invited. The parties are so damn rad that all of Lakewood buzzes for weeks, yapping about how much fun it was and the funny thing is that even those that weren't invited talk about it like crazy. You'd even think they were there. But then you cant blame them because you not talking about it just sort of makes you a social pariah. It's just how it is.

Of course Ingrid and me had never attended one but we would be all oneiric about it after hearing all that went down. We're talking about cheerleading skanks twerking on tables, smoking hot and sweaty jock guys dancing all over the place, weed, dirty dancing, groping, you name it. After hearing things like that, why wouldn't you be eager to attend one?

I wasn't surprised when I got an invite this time. Reason? I was dating a Kahuna. I couldn't even tone down my excitement when Gaspard called to ask me that night. I squealed into the phone and hung up on him. Yes, I did that. Dont judge me. I ran straight to my mom's room and told her about it then begged her for help because I was having a legit wardrobe emergency. If you were to peep a glance at my closet then you'd understand why what I wear isn't fit for a party... or any outing in question.

I also wasn't surprised to find out Ingrid got an invite. She obviously kissed asses to get it. It was what she was good at, anyway. Cullen was also invited and I was sure it had a lot more to do with how popular he was than his sister's influence.

As you can guess, at the moment, I was at the party and it was thrown by Lacey Stewart. One of the most popular seniors and cheerleaders in Lakewood.

"So, what do you think?" Gaspard asked, his breath tickling my ear. It was a delicious feeling.

I smiled and looked up at him. "I guess it's pretty..." I looked around the place. It was more explicit and wilder than I had expected. Yes, there were girls twerking on tables but people were getting at it every fucking corner in this place and no it's not what you're thinking. They're shoving their tongues down the partner's throats and shoving other things down their throats which I'm not even going to bother expatiating. I bet you're catching on. I mean, on the stairs, on the kitchen island, everywhere. They're getting it on everywhere and damn, I think I need to use better terms to express myself. I gulped and replied, "Cool. I guess it's pretty cool".

Except cool isn't exactly the word I have in mind for this.

Gaspard walked me past sweaty bodies writhing and twisting in sync to the loud music that roared from the speakers.

We reached the punch table and as I sighted the red liquid in the bowl, I shivered as some unwelcome memories weaved their way into my head.

Gaspard smiled widely as he poured us both a cup. "And this is for you. Here. It'll warm you up".

I took the cup from him and necked a tentative sip. I promised mom and Cullen that this time, I'd pay attention to the whole kit and caboodle of the party, most especially the shots I had, starting with the ones I'd share with Gaspard.

Clamping my eyes shut and wincing a bit, I exclaimed, "Shit! What's in this stuff?"

It was way too strong.

He laughed and downed his liquor. Shaking his head, he reached for the spoon and poured himself another shot. "Ah, Bayla. Ever the lightweight".

Ouch!

I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest. "Lightweight? Am not!"

"Are too!" He retorted, laughing as he helped himself to more of the punch, drinking it like water. "I dont know if you can remember, the last time you drank, you asked me a series of questions about how big my di-"