The Struggles of Growing Up-Completed

Chapter 17

***Sorry if it's confusing, just keep in mind the italicized parts are like a flashback, but all the italicized parts in this chapter are from ONE event in time. Emma will say otherwise if they're from different times. Hope you guys like this one! I know I do.:)

I hastily slip on one of the flowing summer dresses I bought. It's a crimson color, with a halter neckline and flowers cascading up. I managed to find some matching heels in another store while Lane found a dress too. Seems like she's taken to using daddy's money, despite the fact that she could be cut off at a moment's notice. I want to warn her, but something tells me she knows and probably doesn't care. I do it anyway.

"I can't worry about that right now darling." She said to me about that matter. I chuckled.

We were both summer evening ready for the hamptons, and all seemed taken care of although I did forget one, pretty important detail.

I had left my mom and aunt in some other store over an hour ago.

"Oh geez." I let slip out. Lane doesn't hear me, she keeps walking towards the exit. I'm so stupid! I shouldn't be thinking like some spoiled party girl, I can't afford it! Not when everything is so shaky! I can't tell my mom and aunt I'm going to the hamptons right now, they'd try to talk me out of it, as they should. I have the responsibility of a reputation to uphold now. I wasn't born to party.

Even though my mind seems to be rationalizing this, my body has some thoughts of its own. My hands take out my phone and notify my mom that I grew tired of the mall and needed to check in to the hotel, courtesy of the company I'm meeting tomorrow, and that it's a good thing I took my carry on bag with me. She replied with an ok, and a good luck on my meeting tomorrow.

The guilt started to seep into my whole body, my existence, even while Lane was calling up a town car and talking about how much fun we'll have Daddy's little girl must have a pretty tight grip on his credit card. I am still surprised she hasn't gotten cut off yet, although she did say she's only been in the "states" for about two days.

I check my phone and I get nothing from nobody. I figure as long as I don't talk to any other guys I should be fine. I should be having fun this summer, that's what this summer was supposed to be all about. Then somewhere along the way everything went south. Besides, we don't need to add "cheating" to our list of problems.

"Whose house is this?" I ask as we pull up in front of a large beach house. There's lights flashing on the inside, music blaring, and that's only at first glance. I can imagine what's going on inside.

Lane squeals and drags me inside. Geez, what am I doing here? This is so not my scene, Ive always avoided parties and such as a teen, in college.

We enter the house and nobody asks who we are or if we were invited, they just welcome us in. Lane goes straight to the dance floor and immediately has a red cup in her hands. I groan. I shouldn't be here I should be at the hotel getting ready for my meeting. I saved all my work for when I got here, And I've barely made a dent. I have to be responsible, it's all ive ever been all my life.

It's all I've ever been all my life.

One evening of fun shouldn't hurt, right?

I decide on the spot Im not going to drink, I have no idea what's in those cups and I need maximum brain activity and alertness tomorrow. Instead I decide to relax and explore here a little.

The backyard is big, and overlooks the ocean which is mere yards away. There's a large pool where there's some scantily clad girls and guys swimming. A beer pong table, some people doing something questionable in the corner.