Chapter 3

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    "Thalia!!!" I heard someone yell in the background as she was talking to me.

    "Who's that?" I asked.

    "That's Ryan. You know Ryan. The pitcher of the varsity baseball langue?" Thalia said.

    "Oh, I get it," I realized, "you like him. You like him! TALIA LIKES RYAN!"

    "Bitch! Shut up, shut up!" Thalia yelled.

    She was taller and stronger than me, so she grabbed my arm and dragged me into the kitchen. The whole way I was protesting.

    When she let go, she left little cuts on my arm from her razor sharp, trampy red, big-ass nails. A little blood was seeping from the punctures.

    Just as I suspected, on the kitchen table was ten six-packs of beer, a bottle if rum, and four bottles of vodka. Yep, we're so gonna be drunk by the end of the night. So Thalia...

    She opened the fridge pulling out two of Mike's Hard Lemonade. She knows I hate beer and can't shoot rum or vodka straight. Maybe whiskey. Whiskey is a whole different ball game.

    She handed one to me. People would start arriving for a half hour. I went to sit on the easy chair in the corner. Ryan was sitting on the couch. Thalia sat next to him... And they made out. Wow. Awkward.

    This when on for about ten minutes. I didn't bother saying anything. It would do no good. Maybe get them pissed at the most.

    When they broke apart, Thalia said "Kylie... you really need to get a boyfriend."

    "Um yeah," I agreed.

    My phone beeped. Great.

    I'm outside in the bushes

    Again.

    I will be watching you tonight.

    I've had enough of this. I told Thalia I would be back in a minute.

    I walked out the door to the back yard. I see the largest bush. I slowly step closer. Closer. Closer.

    The leaves shook. Something was behind it. I heard footsteps from behind me.

    I tripped and fell. My head hit against the hard rock pathway of Thalia's yard.

    I turned around. A man with a knife and baseball bat dressed in black, head to toe, with his face covered was standing there.

    I screamed. I felt a sharp pain in my side, I looked down to find that the person from in the bush had plunged a knife into my side. And then the other man hit me hard in the head with the bat.

    The next thing I knew, I was in Thalia's guest room, laying on the bed.

    "Oh, my God! You're okay!" Thalia said.

    "Okay, what happened?" I said.

    "You slipped on a rock and hit your head. Are you okay?"

    "Yeah.." I said.

    I heard loud music, felt the pounding of a bass in a song. The party was on.

    Well I guess I dreamed those guys up. I need to relax. Badly. I went into the bathroom. My hair was a mess, my make-up was smudged.

    My purse was sitting on the sink though. I took out my eyeliner and mascara and applied it. I dug through the doors for a brush. I found one, and had to use that. When I put it back, I noticed drugs.

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