Yellow Roses

Chapter 4: Ava

[Trigger Warning of assault incoming! Do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to this topic]

The alcohol is really starting to kick in. I can feel the bass of the trap music vibrating through my entire body. I feel sluggish but my vision isn't blurry yet, which is a good sign.

"Drink this." Carrie asked me as she sloppily handed me a water bottle. She's clearly fucked up, and I don't want to look sleazy like her right now, so I take a swig.

"Thanks. I don't wanna overdo it tonight. I've already had 5 shots and it's starting to hit." She slowly looked over at me and laughed with her eyes nearly closed.

"Ha. Only 5. I've had 8."

Jesus.

"Girl, go eat some bread" I commanded her as I started to scan my surroundings. More and more people started to flood my house. So many that I couldn't keep track. I can't stop thinking about how trashed the house will be later, and how my parents are going to kill me.

I stood up from the couch and felt myself wobble a bit before walking over to Angel and Liz who were conversating across the room.

"Everyone besides you two and Carrie needs to get the fuck out of here." I say angrily. "This is already getting out of hand and I hardly know anyone here."

Suddenly, I hear the sound of something drop behind me. I turned around quickly. "Hey you! Put that down-" my yelling stopped abruptly when I saw who was in the general direction the sound was coming from. It was Derek Hamlin.

Holy shit, he came? I guess he is friends with Christina after all.

"Dude, no." Liz slurred. "This party is going to be memorable and everyone will think you're legendary for hosting." Angel nodded her head in agreement. I didn't want them to know I suddenly changed my mind because of who I just saw, so I simply replied with "Fine." Before walking away.

I must have some liquid courage from the shots I took earlier, because I rushed by Carrie nearly knocked out alone on the couch and squeezed my way through crowds to head towards the back patio where Derek and his friends were, playing beer pong.

Derek is a tall, dark, and very handsome athlete who is a wide receiver on our school's football team. He's no quarterback but that's fine by me.

"Hey, I hope you're enjoying my party." I said charmingly as I stepped outside, hoping it's enough for him to actually respond.

"Wow, this is your party?" He responded in surprise. I smiled big and twirled my hair between my fingers. "Yeah, it is. Say, maybe I can join you all for the next game?" I asked confidently.

"Oh, we're just about-" he started to say before Seth, the actual quarterback, sunk in the last cup, winning the game.

"Ohhh! Hell yeah!" He yelled excitedly, throwing his hands in the air. He's not very attractive to me in all honesty, but he's friends with Derek which means I need to be chill with him too to get what I want in the end.

"Well shit." Derek sighed. "I would say you can play but I'm about ready to wrap it up. This was my third game." My eyes grew wide.

"Third game?" I exclaimed. "How long have you been here?" I asked, trying to pull out my phone to check the time. I could hardly make out it says 11:30 pm. Shit, it's getting late and it seems like nobody is leaving anytime soon. My head is starting to spin too. Fuck, I refuse to allow myself feeling this way get in the way of my only chance at getting with the guy I've been crushing on for so long.

"Me and my buddies got here about an hour ago. Christina called us up and we came through." He responded while looking inside. "It looks like she called plenty of other people too."