intoxicated

one

(sorry about the d.ots in cuss words, its  to prevent the story from going private. also, this story gets a lot better after the first few chapters)

"A little party never killed nobody." - Fergie

„Hey Stace, are you coming to the party tonight?" I ask my best friend.

We're in history class, and as usual it's boring as hell. It's always the same kind of story: some douche with an ego bigger than his d.ick gets too much power for his own good and runs the country; he doesn't think his country big enough; he starts a war and ends up losing because he just wants to rule the entire world. (a.k.a  Germany in World War 1 and 2. God, that's so embarassing.) But hey, at least you killed 20,000 people, right?

My teacher is Mr. Anderson, which really does not make this class any easier or more bearable for me. He literally hates me, but then again, I haven't really given him all too many reasons to like me. In fact, the only thing that makes this class slightly okay is Stacey Hookings, my best friend. We have known each other ever since elementary school and became close in Middle School, when we were assigned to do a project together. We've been best friends ever since.

"Which one?" She asks back as Mr. Anderson dives into another speech about how incredibly smart Bismarck was. Or are we still talking about Bismarck? I don't know. Whatever. Someone was smart.

"I think it's at Tom Bridger's, not sure though. Lola told me about it."

Lola is in my English class and also a good friend of mine. She's quite popular and always really nice to everyone. Like, literally always, I don't think I've ever heard her even say anything bad about someone else. So naturally she usually knows about every party. So Lola is always going to be the one I'll turn to when I don't know where to go on the weekends.

In case you haven't realized yet: parties are big at my school. There's a hell of a lot of them. That might just seem like the cliché they have in every high school movie ever, but it's just always been that way here. I don't know how it started, but it's just always been like that and from what my parents have told me I figure that it's also been this way when they still went to school here. No one really cares, the habitants know there's going to be a little noise on the weekends here and there. Not even the cops care about underage drinking, which is kind of really f.ucked up - but I'm definitely not complaining. I guess everyone is just used to it.

And I think for some people, throwing a party really has the single purpose to gain popularity, or to show off your house or whatever. Then there's, of course, the sophomores throwing a party hoping it'll get them into the seniors' squad. Though for the most people, parties are all about having fun and getting drunk (which is basically the same thing, but okay).

So basically, as soon as someone's parents are out of the house for the weekend, they throw a party. Or, if your parents are really chill, they'll just go out for a night so you can throw a party. And then you go ahead and invite your friends or just someone you talk to occasionally. Or someone popular. And then you schedule for about twenty more people at your party than you originally invited. In the end, no one really cares if you were invited to the party or not.
Thus, if I don't know what's happening on weekends,  I just ask Lola, since she gets invited to basically everything. So, yeah, sometimes an invitation really just means: "hey! I'm throwing a party, please tell everyone about it!" (Okay, or maybe the occasional: "hey! I think you're really cute and I might have a crush on you so please come to my party!"-invite)