Something In The Orange

Chapter Two.

"And done," I said as I put away my last piece of clothing into my drawer. I barely brought anything with me and it's a good thing to, because my half of the room is small.

I fell back onto my bed letting out a big breath of relief. This is it. I'm finally here. Come Monday morning my life is going to start changing. New classes, new friends, new opportunities.  New life.

What am I going to wear for my first day?

I got up and walked over to my closet. I looked through all of my clothes which all consisted of sundresses, t-shirts, and blue jeans.

Hm.

I pulled out a purple dress, examining it. How would this look? I walked over to the mirror, holding it in front of my body.

The door opened and Zoey walked in, looking at me. "If that's what you're wearing to the party tonight, you might want to reconsider." She slung her bag down and sat down on her bed. I shot her a glare. "What party?" "Oh, right, freshman." She giggled. "There's this abandoned building that Sage's parents used to own but they shut it down so now that's the hangout spot," she explained.

Does she really think I know who Sage is or that I'm the parting type?

Because I'm not.

"That sound cool and all but-" "you're coming," she cut me off.

Now what do I wear?

It's almost like she read my mind because she got up and starting searching through my closet and drawers. "Wear this." She handed me a pair of denim shorts with a plain white T-shirt.

This is the closest "party" outfit I'm gonna get.

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We got out of the Uber and I could already hear the music booming from the building in front of us. My hands were sweating. I've never been to a party before, unless you count my cousins 10th birthday party.

"Come on." Zoey smiled, walking in.

Deep breath Peyton. It can't be that bad.

We walked through the old building. The music blaring, people dancing and drinking. The concrete floors and empty, ripped down walls made it seem much colder in here if it wasn't for the humidity in the air and all the body heat.

Zoey said hey to a few people as she lead us through the crowd over to a couch where a group of people sat, including my brother.

"Well, she does get out," Declan laughed at me. Zoey walked over, sitting down on his lap.

I rubbed my arm, my social anxiety kicking in.

I shouldn't be here.

I don't fit in here.

"Well, are you going to sit down or stand there and act a fool?"