Lairy girls and boys in bands

5. Tonight there'll be a rackus

Anticipating has the habit to
Set you up for disappointment
In evening entertainment

Later that night:

When Faye arrived to the packed house she was already starting to regret her decision. She barely knew anyone there and she didn't know how she was going to fit in amongst the youths that were quite the opposite of herself. What was she doing? Why had she convinced herself that she should broaden her horizon. Her life had been fine as it was, avoidant of the people in the house she was now approaching. But she was intrigued, she wanted to see what this life was like, how they behaved, how something she'd only seen in movies looked like.

She got dropped off by her father after she had told her parents about the "100 days to graduation party". They had asked who was throwing it, she had answered Meghan Hanson, and they had gotten thrilled that their daughter was finally getting along with the child of such a good family.

It didn't matter how they treated Faye or how they spent their free time, which was by partying just as hard as her, if kids her age came from a good background and family then her parents wanted them around.

The Hanson's were known in town as good people whose family business provided jobs and well needed principals of hard work and good old fashion capitalism and conservatism to the people of High Green. Their daughter was known in school as the biggest cunt around.

But she was popular, rich and pretty so it didn't really matter. The parents were out of town and Meghan, the student council president, acted as if she was going to invite the school's year thirteen class to cheer with sparkling cider that sixth form was coming to an end.

Of course, that was not the case. Faye could see and hear from the street that it was already derailing. She didn't need her conservative father to simply turn the car around so she hurried into the house and watched him disappear. It was late enough in the evening that nobody cared about opening the door and welcoming the guests. She entered through the door and was immediately met with two people getting off against the wall. She squeezed by and tried to go unnoticed.

She was wearing jeans and a tank top. It was some of her more or less normal clothes. She had no issue standing out at school or out on the town, she quite enjoyed it. But here she was alone and vulnerable, or at least it felt like that, and she didn't want to open herself up to ridicule.

Because it wasn't just normal kids at these parties, it was the mean ones. And she didn't want to stereotype but there was a type. It was boys who got way too mad at football games and yelled at their mums and would probably end up yelling at their wives. The boys whose senses of humor was positively horrible and offensive to the naked ear but got laughs either way because the mean girls were too insecure to do anything that could get a boy to dislike them. It was the girls who acted like they didn't fuck, but at least one boy had told everyone that they did. The ones Faye couldn't understand why they would be around the boys until she remembered that they were just as bad of people. They were the ones whispering when she walked by in the corridor, gave their friends a look about Faye wearing a short skirt, would take the boy's side if their girlfriend accused him of something bad and might not work a day in their lives. But really, she didn't wanna stereotype.

And here she was. It was investigating journalism, at the height of it, she thought.

Faye didn't know what her plan was because whilst she didn't want to stand in a corner alone all night, she also didn't want to speak to most of these people. She would've had to drink a lot more until that could happen. She actually hadn't drunk anything at all so far and she really didn't like going to parties without pregaming. But she went alone to this one so she had no choice. She just had to find someone to talk to.