My dad is letting us go to the party.
He's never let me go to a party, ever. He thinks that high school parties are full of beer and drugs like back in his day. I guess they might be, but I can't be completely sure.
He picks me up from my house, with me in a dress I bought when I went shopping with Abbi, and him in a nice shirt and jeans.
We drove about 15 minutes from my house, to a field near the Georgia border. One lone house was in the middle, and it was full of lights and teenagers from my school. We walked in, and he said he was going to get me a soda. I nodded, thinking that was alright.
He left, and seconds later I spotted some guys getting close to me. They tried to touch me in the wrong places. I pushed them off, and he came back and started to push the guy until he fell into a wall. He apologized, and I nodded again.
I asked where the bathroom was, and left. I was only gone for five minutes, tops. He must of been drunk or high or something. But when I came back, he was already kissing the queen bee of the school, Ashley Nelson.
I turned around, and walked out of that house.
And I didn't look back.
