You Don't Hate Me

Too much to drink

We rang the doorbell, drinks in hand, waiting for someone to greet us but it wasn't anything like that. Kari just opened the door to see tons of teens standing in unorganized groups talking and a few "pick me" girls dancing for the approval of the boy in attendance.

" Well, this is nothing like the movies. The music is loud but the scene is dead." I said while looking around at the preoccupied minors staging TikToks and taking Instagram selfies just to disengage from the crowd altogether. Kari didn't mind though, she could make do with any situation.

" Go find a comfortable corner and watch this," she says, speaking right into my ear sending tingles down my spine. I know she just wanted to be heard over the music but after the cliff, I was a bit more on edge. I watched as she disappeared into the hoard of body spray abusers. It didn't take long for the music to cut off, everyone looked up from their blue screens to see what happened to their ambiance. The sound of a microphone being tugged around filled the house and people were getting more confused,

" Where the hell are the jams?" shouted one of the "pick me" girls, understandably eager to drown out those pubescent insecurities with extra bass and a catchy hook.

" Okay." Kari starts to speak on the mic, having finally gotten out of the hands of some nerd, " This party is kinda dead, let's spice it up some, huh?" some of the guys started to get excited, wondering what she was up to.

" Alright, we're gonna play a little game called ' get the fuck down, here's how you play: everyone who wants to play stand in front of the DJ set up so I can see you, when the music starts you dance and when it stops you stop but if you're still moving then you're out-"

" Yo! That's just musical chairs without the chairs." a guy nagged from the shadows of the crowds.

" Well, you dick. I wasn't finished, when you get out you have to strip and lay on the floor.

The crowd started to get more excited, boys started to lay under the pressure to see their lady friends join the game and girls egged on their guy friends, insinuating that they were afraid of being "too small". It didn't take long for a sizable group of pressured peers and fragile egos to join the game.

" ALL RIGHT YOU FUCKERS, LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" the crowd cheered as on-lookers pulled out their phones to capture this moment of voyeurism and CP, they were kids and most of them weren't going to college anyways, so what's a sex offender charge? I'm joking, of course, they shouldn't have been filming but it was too late to stop it, Kari already started the music.

" I better not see any of you half-assing any dance moves, if you don't try to dance you're out! KYLE! I SEE YOU, BITCH! GET RID OF THOSE CLOTHES, BABY!" she pointed to a guy in a polo shirt and khaki pants with awful loafers that looked like he stole them off a homeless man that used to run a hedge fund. He looked a little apprehensive and made a fuss,

" Come on man! We just started and you just came up with that rule." The crowd looked at Kari wanting to know if she'd accept his complaint. She didn't even hesitate when she respond,

" NOPE! STRIP 'EM BOYS!" a group of 'chads' all cheered while grabbing this poor sucker, so we can add sexual assault to the many laws this party broke. While everyone was getting really into this game, I made my way to the kitchen to get myself a drink. I needed something to numb my beating heart from the anxiety but what would you know, Mr. Captain was also there talking with a group of girls about something- I didn't quite catch the conversation due to all the commotion Kari had started.

" TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF, LOSER!" I hear her shout from the other room, followed by guys cheering "TITS!" over and over again.

" I guess some chick got out." I chuckled to myself as I picked up a red solo cup and a bottle of wine, " Wine? That's kinda high brow for a high school party, don't you think." I say a bit louder not realizing I caught the eye of Mr. Capitan.