Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Hailie|

*The Night Of The Party

It's 6:45, the party starts at 7:00 and I'm doing last minute check ups with my mirror. I'm at my Dad's, after Lanie said he's been down in the dumps. The least I could do was be there with him, making sure he didn't blow his brains out or something.

My hair's in lose curls and tumbles down my back. I've done my make up, light concealer, a decent amount of eyeliner, heavy velvet red lipstick and a little bronzer. I made sure to follow Andre's advice and dress modestly. I'm wearing a sheer, sleeveless pink top, it flowing over onto my skinny black jeans. On my feet are pink heels, hopefully I don't break them tonight. I take a few selfies because I think I look pretty good.

After updating Twitter and FaceTiming Arielle for a few minutes, I finally get around to texting Andre.

Me| Hey, I'm on my way
Andre😍| Ok. I'm sure u look fine
I sent him one of the on point selfies I took. In record time, he responds with this.
Andre😍| You're beautiful, like dang
I blushed as I sent the next reply.
Me| Thanks, Andre. You're too sweet. Harrison Trailer Park, rite?
Andre😍| Yeah, you're good. See u soon, Hailie
Me| See you :)

I walked downstairs, my heels clicking on the dark wood spiral staircase. Dad's watching basketball, and I hold my miniature, sable clutch in my hands. He turns around, noting my presence.

"Hailie?" He asks dumbly.

"No, I'm a serial killer that found my way to the house." I said sarcastically and Dad laughed.

"You look stunning, baby. Where you going?" He was now looking me up and down.  I blushed some more as he smiled in approval of my outfit.

"A party..." I started.

"Party? You said you were staying in tonight." He was frowning now. How in the heck had I forgotten to tell him I wasn't going to be home?

"Yeah. My friend Andre's having this party and like, I swore I'd be there." I said, fiddling with my clutch. His eyes were looking at my hands.

"Andre, huh?"

"Yeah. We met at school." I said, now super nervous.

"Hmm. Where is it?" Fug, he's drilling me.

"A park." I said, leaving out the trailer portion. He'd say "no", since he knows what trailer park parties are like.

"Hailie, I hate to do this. But, you can't go. I don't know this guy. I don't know his intentions." He's looking at me now, cyan eyes in mine. Anger burst forth in my chest.

"Oh my God! Seriously?!" I nearly screamed.

"Hailie-" He began before I ended the sentence with throwing off my heels and running upstairs.

It's so unfair. I never party. I rarely ever go out. And it's with Andre, maybe one of the sweetest, most respectable guys out there.  I ran back upstairs to my room and slammed myself down onto my bed and what hurt me the most was the final text.

Me| Hey, I can't make it
Andre😍| Why?
Me| My dad's being a piece of shlit
Andre😍| Yo, just sneak out
Me| I can't. I'll get caught.

I threw my phone beside me. My make up was getting quite smudged on my red and black comforter. After thirty minutes, I heard the T.V. go off and I got an idea. I quickly texted Andre.

Me| Pull up to the back entrance. The guards won't see you
Andre😍| Does Hailie have a plan?
Me| Hailie's got a plan. 661 22 Mile
Andre😍| On 8 Mile rn
Me| Good :)