As The Rain Falls

Chapter 1

I had everything I could ever want. A live in a great home, I have great friends, just a great life. I wasn't popular or anything, but fuck popularity. No one cares about that.

Well now it seems like it's everything in high school, but 4 years after that, it's a blob of nothing. "How was high school?" And the answer would be, "I was popular so you could imagine!"

Or something like that, but that kind of makes you sound stuck up and no one cares after high school. Doesn't matter in college.

I am part of the basketball team and the volleyball team. I take part in school plays and occasionally musicals. Life was great. I enjoyed it.

It was only in my freshman year but so what?

"I'm home!" I shouted walking through the door once I got home from school ready for the question asked everyday at 2:45. "How was school?" Mom asked. I told her it was great.

"Um mom, so there's a guy I go to school with and he's -." My mom turned around and cut me off, "Is he a freshman? Is he cute? Tell me about him!" I chuckled, "Yes, I guess so, and he's having a party tonight. And since tonight is obviously a Friday night, can I go?"

My mom, back at the sink cleaning the dishes, hesitated for a moment before answering. "I don't see why not, as long as you're home by, say 11?" Eleven? Really? "Um, yeah I'll be home by then. I'll call Sydney for a ride."

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4:34 P.M.
The party is at 5, and I was almost done getting ready. All I needed to do was pick something out to wear.

A door slamming downstairs made me jump. It was quite loud actually. I snuck out over to the staircase that over looked the kitchen and part of the living room and saw my mom and my brother.

"Where were you? You said you'd be home at 2:45 with your sister." I heard my mom say. My brother, Caleb who is 17, and my mom have been arguing a lot recently.

He just walked passed her and started for the stairs so I darted back to my room. More yelling arose from the kitchen; "Caleb Costleman! Come here now!" Then his door slammed shut.

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4:52 P.M.
I found a pair of black high waisted distressed jean shorts, a jersey like crop top, and my white converses. Sydney pulled up right as I was ready so I grabbed my phone a ran to the car ready for a night to remember.

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We pulled up to one of the largest houses on the street. It belonged to the Contel family, Bryan was in Sydney and I's grade. His family was obviously pretty damn rich. Bryan was basically the one of the new and upcoming jocks of the school. Sydney calls him a jockass because of the few encounters she had with him, she said he was an ass. But I've hardly spoke to him, and it makes me wonder how I received an invite for this party.

"This place is huge." Sydney said in awe each time we walked into a different room. A person ran into us, by accident I'm assuming, and turned to us and gave us a look. "Um, not to be rude, but who are you?" He asked. Sydney and I looked at each other in confusion. I couldn't swear to it but I think this was Bryan.

"Aspyn Costleman and Sydney Brink..?" I replied. He still gave us a look, as if he was trying to recognize us, which was probably what he was doing to be perfectly honest. "OH!" He shouted, "You two! Welcome to the party. Feel free to do whatever you want. There's alcohol over there," He pointed to a table with an assortment of different beverages, "if you're gonna smoke, go outside and do it. And if you're doing it with anyone, there's guest rooms upstairs and some downstairs, and some closets here and there." Bryan smirked, which I found a little creepy. "Just enjoy yourself!" He walked into the crowd of boys and girls.

"He's a freshman?" Sydney asked laughing. I nodded and rolled my eyes. Some teens get into shit way too soon. My parents would kill me if they ever found out I drank and smoked underaged or had sex. They would so disown me. Sydney on the other hand, has to be controlled. You practically have to watch her if she gets into that shit. Just to make sure she doesn't do too much. It's bad enough she drinks already, but it's even worse if she actually got drunk, and she managed to do that once already.

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9:28 P.M.

Music blared through the speakers and kids were jumping into the pool, some skinny dipping in the lake back behind the house. I walked away from the window and bumped into someone. "Sorry." I mumbled. The person turned around and I saw it was Colton Smith. "Sorry bout that." He stared into my eyes but I looked away. "Um, where's Sydney?" He asked. I looked around, I thought she was right next to me. "Good question." I responded.

I texted her but never got an answer. "Shit, I need to find her. Can you go look in the kitchen and then outside. Text me if you see her, okay?" I told him and he nodded and exchanged phone numbers. I headed to the stairs, because you know what? She would do it not gonna lie. Syd doesn't put herself out there, her boyfriend would take her up there.

I checked all the rooms, but she wasn't up there, or downstairs for that matter. Colton texted me saying he didn't find her either. I stepped out on the back porch, and guess what, she was out in the damn pool. I pulled her out of the pool, "I texted you. Why did you leave? Were you drinking?" I interrogated her, I felt bad but oh well. Sydney shook her head and told me she wanted to leave anyways, and so we did.

And that was a night I wouldn't forget.