Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 43

"Katherine, come on we have to." She pleas - more demands - with me, her eyes piercing into my blue ones knowingly.

"No, we don't. We could not object ourselves to the social norms of regular teenagers and finally overcome-"

"Oh, cut the bullshit K." She laughs, her laughter ringing through my ears, vibrating off of the walls of my room; pink and adorned with glitter and sequins, all courtesy of my loving parents.

I groan loudly at Alice to showcase my complaint and protest, falling onto my bed away from her where she's sitting criss-cross applesauce on the foot of my bed - as she always does.

"Katherine Jane Emerald. You are 16 years old and attend Middletown highschool. You're a sophomore, and you need to get a sip of alcohol in you. Come on, I'm sure it's fine. Kids go to parties all the time- there must be a reason!" She squeals, her eyes lighting up like the fourth of July.

We both knew the only reason she wanted to go was because there was going to be a fight tonight; and that was gossip that was just too much to miss.

I didn't know the details, but apparently Jacob Adams had been talking garbage about Logan Chambers.

I didn't know much about this Jacob Adams fellow besides that he sucked at chemistry- but I knew he was an idiot.

You didn't mess with Logan Chambers.

"Oh. Alice, I really don't want to go." I plea with her, trying to convince her that a night in with Saved by the Bell reruns was much more inticing then a fight at some house in the middle of a typical teenage house party.

"Katherine! I can't miss this, this is going to be the talk of the school for all of eternity!" She giggles girlishly.

I groan, I did not want to go to this party. I wasn't one for social situations in general - let alone with a bunch of drunken, dancing, and fighting teenagers.

This wasn't a unique situation at Middletown High School. The boys - junior boys especially - would always be fighting with each other in public. Maybe it was a way to show their masculinity, but somehow everyone in the school found out the date and time of the brawl.

We, it seems, were not exempt from this.

"Will they be shirtless?" I ask curiusly, my serious and poised face not one fading.

I earn a laugh and a knowing giggle from Alice, as she lays besides me on the bed, almost daydreaming. "Boys always fight shirtless, Katherine. And Logan Chambers, shirtless. That's worth the drive itself." She laughs, and I find myself nodding.