Prove It

8

I had arrived at home at around 4:15, and spent an hour and a half with Rowan. That made it 5:30 and I was texting Ellie, asking her if she was going to the party.

Ells, r u going to the party 2nite?

While I waited for her to respond, I went to my closet to pick what I would wear to the party. I ended up picking white-wash ripped jeans, a plain black tank top, and my black converse with moustaches all over them. I got my brown leather jacket to finish out my look, and proceeded to put it all on.

I heard my phone buzzing, and checked it.
1 message from Ellie:

Yeah. Y? R u?

I replied with a simple yeah, and sat down to do my makeup. I decided to go with smoky eye, liquid black eyeliner, and thick mascara. I also put on a light shade of pink lip gloss.

I didn't usually go to parties. I was fine with the whole idea, it's just that people at parties always piss me off. They are always annoying and judgmental, and the alcohol and hormones that surround you at parties only make them worse.

I sat down to read my book while waiting for Ellie to pick me up. It was understood by Ellie and me that if we ever went to parties together, she would pick me up, no matter where the party was.

I texted my mom to let her know that I was going to the party. (A/N-V is Victoria, and M is mom)

V: Hey mom. I'm going to a party with Ellie.
M: Ok, but you know the rules. No sex, but if it does happen, use protection. I will not be a grandmother yet.

I smirked.

V: No promises. ;) love u!

My mom was pretty cool about me going out and partying, as you could tell. She felt that I should be getting out more. You know, living the teenage life. But when I stayed in bed and ate my tub of ice cream, she didn't bother me. She was awesome that way.

Honk honk! Ellie was here, and I got up, putting a marker in my book so I wouldn't lose my spot. I grabbed my purse with my phone, keys, and lip gloss.

I waved at Ellie as I locked up, and climbed into the passenger seat.

She raised her eyebrows at me.

"You wanna tell me why you're going to this party? And willingly, might I add." She asked, and I shrugged.

"I just felt like it. Plus, a guy I know kind of asked me if I would meet him there. You know, not like a date where he picked me up, but as friends."

She looked at me with her mouth slightly open.

"What guy?! And why am I finding out about this now? Dude! And I thought we were friends." She fake pouted, before raising her eyebrows and staring at me questioningly.

"Alexander Storm." I mumbled. Ellie's jaw dropped, and she stared at me, dumbfounded. "But you hate him!" I simply shrugged. "He gave me a ride home after detention. I don't know, maybe he's not that bad. I mean, maybe it's all shit, but it's worth checking out."

Ellie smirked at me. "Well then. Let's party!"
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I got out of the car, and grimaced slightly. It looked like a typical high-school party,with red cups all over the front lawn, along with couples making out and passed out people.

Disgusting.

Rolling back my shoulders, I went up to the door and pushed my way inside. There were drunken teenagers everywhere, grinding up against each other in sync with the booming techno music.