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After my encounter with Ryland I drove home lost in my thoughts. Ashley called and asked if I wanted to go to a party with her at Mitch Vernadez's house. Mitch was one of the hottest guys in school. Capitan of the football team, starting quarterback, and dating the head cheerleader, you could say he is the average jock, which is true. His dad is also the owner of the Penguin's hockey team, they are loaded.
"Of course!" I said, making a turn onto my street and parking my car inthe driveway. "I'll be over in twenty."
I opened my front door and saw mom talking on the phone and Michael playing with his action figures next to her. Dinner was on the table. Looks like we are having the usual Hamburger Helper meal.
"I'm gonna eat at Ashley's." I said. I got the pitcher out of the fridge and poured myself a glass of water.
"What?" She asked while holding the phone against her stomach.
"Ashley invited me over to her house. I'm gonna sleepover too, is that okay?"
Mom nodded her head. I walked up the stairs and packed an overnight bag. I grabbed my cutest outfit. A black short dress, that hugged my body tightly, and acaccentuated my curves. The torso of the dress is sheer. The see through fabric may be considered sluty, but I adore this dress. I stuffed my red pumps into the bag, and all my other essentials, and left my room. I kissed my family's foreheads and walked out the door.
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"CHEERS TO THE FRICKEN WEEKEND
I DRINK TO THAT, YEAH-E-YEAH
OH, LET THE JAMESON SINK IN
I DRINK TO THAT, YEAH-E-YEAH"
Everybody was raising their red cups filled with beer and shouting to the lyrics of Rihanna's song. I am not one of those girls who gets completely wasted. I like a drink, but being drunk and the aftermath of it , is not my thing. Ashley on the other hand is always on full party mode. Since Rachael is not here though, I am the designated driver.
Boys were all over Ashley, and some were staring at her from a distance, I laughed at the drool running down their faces. I kept an eye out on her though, when Ashley is drunk she does some pretty stupid things.
"Kayla!!" Someone shouted over the music. I searched the room for the source of the noise. I looked over at the drink and saw my friend Jackson waving at me frantically. I laughed and made my way over to where he was. He engulfed me in a hug. "What's up?" We both said in unison which only made us laugh more.
"Cool party, huh?" I said while looking back at the living room which transformed into the dance floor.
"Yeah! Mitch throws the best parties!"
"I know! His house is so big!" I exclaimed. Jackson poured a drink for himself.
"Want one?"
"Nah, I'm good." The last thing I needed was too be driving home drunk. Mom would not be happy about that even though she does it too.
Sometimes I just want to take a risk, do something bad, not be the goody-two shoes everyone says I am. Take a chance.
"Nevermind. I'll take one."
Time to get this party started. I have never drank, or the more appropriate term would be chugged a beer so quick in my life. I drank another beer as quick as the last one.
I grabbed Jackson's hand and made our way to the dance floor. I could feel myself becoming drunk, the floor was spinning, and so was Jackson's head.
Everything
became fuzzy.
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sorry. I know this sucks, and is insanely short, but I didn't know wht else to write
