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Chapter 3

I take in the smell of old wood. The forst thing I check out is the bathroom. It isn't so bad. It's small but bearable. The only problem, the lock is broken. At least I will be alone for some time. I sigh and devide which bed I would choose. I think the one next to the closet would be better. I can hide some stuff in there and get it before some one else does. Like, my life album. It includes every thing that wpuld be in a diary but with pictures. Like my crushes and all my enemies. I start unpacking. I think about Lizzy and how she would quickly find a boys aparment for settlement even when her parents payed for her dorm. I giggle at the thought. I bet that boys was all she thought about throughout the trip. I put all my dressy and party clothes hung up in the closet and fold the rest neatly in the draw. I text dad andtell him I'm here. It's still early and I think I should go buy some decorations for my side of the room. I grab my purse and look through it for my credit card. I am about to leave when I remember. I run to thr closet and look through the box. I grab moms picture and put it on the dresser next to my bed. I slowly walk out the door. The halls are less crowded. Mostly scholars talking to eachother. I'm over hearing stuff about a party. Soon enough I bump into Lizzy.

"You're coming tonight?" her eyes are bright woth excitement.

"Um, where?"

"To the party dummy."

"No." I say flatly.

"Oh, c'mon. It's not like highschool parties. It's much, much better." minutes passed by with her talking me into this party. I finally agreed.

"Yay. I will pick you up in an hour." she squealed and ran off. I sighed, all my plans went poff. I turned and went back into my room. I look through my closet. I finally have leather pants and black short, tight shirt, also leather, that shows about 2 inches of stomach. Perfect I put a little mascara and eyeliner on and red lipstic. I put on black and red high heels to match. As soon I finished, there was a knock on my door. Lizzy were a short tight dress as I predicted but also is see-through which shows all her underwear. I skake my head as I look up and down.

"At least have some respect for your body with what you wear." I say grabin Gtg the keys.

"C'mon it's not that bad." she looks at herself and shrugs. We walk down the hall into the night. People walk to their cars and out. I open my door zoom off.

The house Lizzy directed me to is pretty big and crowded. Cup and drinks everywhere. The music loud, lights off, mini disco balls every were. Enough to see people mating already. Lizzy hands me a beer and soon runs off with someone. I just join the crowd and dance. I keep drinking and drinking until I don't rember how many bottles I drank. I feel the vomit rising up and run upstairs. I look around and check door whixh are mainly occupied rooms. Finally, the bathroom. I throw my guts out. I rinse my mouth and check the time. It's 3:55 and I feel so tired. I shove through the crowd looking for Lizzy. I see her at the end of the hall laughing with another boy as they open the door to another room. Oh, forget her! She will find her way anyway. I run down the stairs and almost trip on my heels. I walk out the door to my car. Look for my keys and through my purse. I gasp as I look through the window of the car. THE FREAKING KEY IS STILL THERE IN THE FREAKING IGNITION. I groan and bang on the window.

"Great." I lean on the car and slump on the floor. The world is spinning around me and I close my eyes.

"Hey, you need a ride?" a older boy is towering over me gesturing to the car across the street.

"Uh," I get a better look at his face and I forget my words. He raises his eyebrows. "Yeah." he helps me up but collapse with no balance.

"You must have a headache. Let's stop at mine. I have pills there you can drink." I just stupidly nod he helps me into the back seat of the red Toyota. I press my head against the cold window and sigh. My head is pounding.

"What's your name?"

"Samuel. But you cancall me Sam."

"How old are you?"

"21." he answers casually. I would preffer a person my age.

"Wait you have a house? By yourself?"

"Yeah, my parents are paying for it."

"Well, they must have mula." I say numbly. He laughs.

"You can say that."

We come to a stop at a small brick house. The lawn is mowd and a bed of flowers in the front. Stones lead to the front door. Sam helps me to the door and searches for his key.

I expected to see a disgusting mess inside but, luckily, it was clean and neat. everything was in place and order. His living room was soft and relaxing.

"You can sit." he caught looking at the cream sofa. Without being rude, I whispered thankful and as graceful as I could, sit down. He smiles and jogs away to get the pills. I put my face in my hands to stop the dizziness. I hear him come back and the sofa dips. I look up and he puts the glass of water down and hands me pills. I drink them down quickly and almost choked.

"I haven't seen you around here." he studies my face deeply.

"Yeah, I'm new. Just came from New York." I breathe in and out. Stop acting ridiculous, I yell at myself.

"And your age. . . . "

"Eighteen." I nod my head. "You dont have a girlfrien?" He is so gorgeous if you see him clearly. He must have a mate.

"No, I'm giving myself time to find the right one." he stays on my eyes.

"And have you found one?"

"Maybe." he shows his brilliant white teeth. Okay, I was a little jealous. He was totally meant for me. But inside I had this feeling that maybe he isnt what I think. That there something dark in his eyes you can't ignore.

"What's your name?" he asks still grinning at me.

"Cassandra Jones." I say. Uh-oh, I'm not keeping track of time. It's 5:30 and I forgot I'm tired.

"Oh, I have to go." I say getting. "Gotta get ready for school."

"Yeah, I'll drive you." he picks up his keys. "Where too, Ms. Jones." I blushed a little.

"School dorm building." I feel a little better to get in the front seat. We drive to my dorm in silence.