Bad boy and good boy love tirange

Partying

"Can you write down the reaction while I pour?" I asked, hopefully. It had been a month at this point, and there was still no progress with my and Harry Philes. He was as brooding as ever. Even when I ask him to do something, he just sits there staring outside. "Hello? I'd really appreciate it if you did your fill of the work today, seeing as you haven't for the past few weeks."

He simply turned to me and smirked. "Well I'd really appreciate it if I could vape right now, but we can't all have what we want." After saying that, he pulled a vape out of his pocket and started to produce plumes of smoke.

I had been at Creekdale for a month now. Things were going well. I was friends with lots of people and me and Brody were getting on just fine. There was a problem though. My chemistry partner was still difficult. Difficult was a nice way to put it.

Ehehehhe

"Another bad chemistry period?" Brody asked as I sat down heavily next to him on the window in his room. My legs swinging backwards and forwards. The ledge had become our special place where we talked.

"You have no idea. Instead of helping me with the writing, he pulls out his vape and starts making shapes with the vape clouds! The only reason he stopped was because he ran out of vape juice!"

Brody chuckled, he found it funny? Unacceptable. I sneered, "Why are you laughing, its not funny! Harry Philes is going to make me fail chemistry!" I kicked his leg and swung my legs back into his room, scowling.

"Hey, where are you going. I'm sure you won't fail, chemistry isn't hard." Brody sighed, "Anyways, there's a party on friday night... do you want to go? I can drive us."

I turned to him and blinked, "um... sure. Who's party is it?"

"It's a guy from the football team's party. His parents are out of town. So... you do want to go?" He asked hesitantly.

"Well, I would have to ask my mom first, but yeah. I would like to go." I had never been to a party before. After all, I had no friends before moving here. I didn't fit in, I wasn't like the other girls. I was weird, different, an outsider, quirky. Being invited to a party meant that maybe I wasn't as different as the other girls.

Bordy smiled, "cool, I can pick you up at 8 after football practice."

I smiled at him, excited at the prospect of being included in something. "Can't wait! I have to go now, bye." I left his house and practically skipped back to my house.

Ehehehehe

"Carrie, help me. What do I wear?" I was desperately calling Carrie for ideas on what to wear to a party. I didn't want to tell her that I'd never been to a party but I had no choice.

"Calm down," she said calmingly, "show me your closet."

After Carrie had helped me out of my crisis and I had an outfit for the party. I wore a cropped green tank top edged with lace, dark blue jeans with a pinstripe pattern on them, and black converse.

Honk honk! "Gracey, Brody is here," said mom as she leaned against my doorway. "Be safe, sweetie." was all she said as she closed the front door, effectively shutting me out for the night. She didn't expect me home until tomorrow as I would be going home with Carrie and Madison for a sleepover.

"Hey," I said as I climbed into Brody's jeep. It was black with red stripes down the middle.

"Hey, you look cute." He replied, looking at my outfit and contemplating something. He wore his football jacket with dark blue jeans, a white top and some scuffed sneakers.

I blushed. "Oh... t-thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." The compliment had caught me off guard. I hope he didn't see my blush, but knowing my pale skin, it probably betrayed me. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear. "So... did you just come back from football practice?" Noting that his hair was slightly damp.

"What? No," He said as we started to drive out of our street towards the freeway. "I had to help my mom move some stuff into the attic. Pictures and stuff."

The drive to the party was spent talking about our days. "I don't understand why you keep going on about Harry Philes, he seems alright." Brody was clearly getting slightly annoyed at my complaining of Harry Philes, but he was irritating and an asshole.

Well you're not his chem partner so be quiet." I huffed, getting slightly annoyed. "He doesn't do any work and he relies on me to do all the work. Then he yells at me when we get a bad grade." I was starting to go into a full on rant, "like, I'm sorry. You should realise that maybe I'm not good at chemistry! Maybe, I'm shit and barely passing." I muttered.

I was met with silence. Oh no, had I said too much? Oh my god, he probably thinks I'm super weird now. "If you're done with your rant," he said calmly, clearly unphased by my outburst, "I think you're overreacting and should just talk to him and work out something that works for both of you."

Huh. Maybe I should. I was quiet for a moment thinking about Brody's advice. "Maybe you're right, I could try talking to Harry Philes and I guess I have been overreacting a little bit." I admitted reluctantly, I suppose I was one to overreact because of the bullying at my old school.

We pulled up to the party which was in full swing. The house was a huge mansion with lots of glass and stark white. There were people everywhere, on the balconies, on the lawn, there was even someone on the roof. The people were all standing around holding red solo cups or dancing to the music which could faintly be heard from outside the house.

As we walked into the house, Brody occasionally stopping to say hi to someone he knew, the music was suddenly extremely loud and it boomed. My ear drums nearly burst, I have no idea how anyone could hear what anyone was saying.

"Hiiiiii!" Said a voice, I turned to see Carrie and Madison who were wearing cute outfits and clutching plastic cups. Madison was swaying slightly, giving anyway the fact that she was already drunk. "You look hot, the others are outside. Come on." Exclaimed Carrie as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from Brody who I quickly said goodbye to.

Carrie dragged me outside towards and towards an outdoor fireplace with seats around it where the group sat. "I found Gracey guys," exclaimed Carrie as she sat down and accepted a drink from Gavin.

"Here," Charles held out a drink towards me as soon as I sat down.

I peered into the plastic cup "what is it?" I asked, sniffing the mysterious clear liquid.

Bailey chuckled, "It's vodka, take the shot." I sniffed it and drank it in one gulp. I shuddered, it burned as it went down my throat.

"I take it you've never had a drink before?" Asked Bailey as she offered me another cup of vodka.

"Nope." I replied as I took the vodka and drank it. After that I lost count of the amount of drinks I had. I felt free, like a bird who had just learned to fly.

Ehehehehe

I opened my eyes. Pain. It's too bright. Turn it off. I closed my eyes.

"I see you're finally up." Said a mysterious voice. Am I dead? Was that God? Was I in hell? I opened my eyes again, it wasn't as painful. I looked up and saw a white ceiling, maybe I was in my room.

I looked around. I was definitely not in my room. The room I was in had soft grey walls and abstract art on the walls. A sharp contrast to my room which was baby blue with white picture frames of pictures I had found on Pinterest.

Panicking, I looked around for who the voice belonged to.

It was HARRY PHILES.

I WAS IN HARRY PHILES' ROOM, ON HIS BED.