The Rain God.

"Mom, I'm gonna be fine. Please don't worry about me." I sighed grabbing my things then looking to my worried mother who was examining every single person entering the house.

"London, don't tell me what to do. I just don't want anything to go wrong. I don't want to get the phone call explaining why my daughter is passed out on the couch or how som-" I stopped her mid-sentence by waving my hands in the air. "I get it. I will control myself okay?"

I fixed the strap of my dress that was falling off my shoulder. "Promise to call me when you're leaving?" I nodded. "I promise mom." Unlocking the handle of the door, I quickly stepped out the car. I started to walk towards the entrance; the front door. Turning around I still saw my mom parked right in front watching me. I gave her a little sign to keep going and then she drove off waving goodbye.

My shoes that I were wearing didn't bother me as much as I thought it would because I'm walking perfectly fine to the entrance. I raised my hand to turn the knob but the door suddenly flew open in my face. I stumbled back a little and watched the person walking out. I was ready to curse this bitch out for slamming the door in my face.

A boy walked out dressed with an heavy black leather jacket and a white tee with black ripped jeans. He reached into his pocket that was on the right side of his shirt and pulled out a cigarette.

I was too busy staring at him to hear what he said. "I'm sorry for that." He spoke placing his hand on my shoulder before walking away. I turned around and took another glance at the boy walking down to the front where people were smoking. He looked about 17 or 18 years old. I'm not gonna lie he's pretty fin-

He suddenly turned around and catch me staring. Fuck. The boy waved a little and sent a small smirk my way. FUCK YEAH!

I decided I should go meet up with my friends now so I walked inside. The party doesn't look too extreme. Yet. I mean it started about 30 mins ago. Girls and boys were dancing on the dance floor, some was playing games and it looked like some were taking shots in the kitchen. Typical teenage party. I knew my friends would be dancing floor right now so I walked towards the crowd of people moving their bodies.

A big smile came across my face once I spotted Justin, Brooklyn, and Jade dancing like there's no tomorrow. "Hey bitches!" I tapped Justin's shoulder. "London!" They all shouted. Justin was the first to wrap his long arms around me, squeezing me to death. "Aren't you excited London? This is the time where you see all the juniors before seeing them in school. Maybe you could find yourself a little boyfriend." Brooklyn giggled, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.

"Brook come on now. Boys are fucking stupid. They cheat on you with one of the schools most famous hoes and think you will come back running to them." Jade argued. "Calm down, not all boys are stupid." Justin pouted and held his hands over his heart pretending to be affected by her words.

"Exactly. Just because your ex cheated on you doesn't mean London's going to get hurt." Brooklyn explained. "Shut up." Jade stook up her middle finger pointing it towards Brooklyn.

"And plus if it ever did happened I would beat the shit out of him." Justin looked straight at me, almost telling me a promise with his eyes. "True." They all agreed.

"All this talking about boyfriends. Where's Evelyn? Fucking Moss?" I asked my three best friends. "Probably, the last time we saw them they were walking upstairs drunk as hell. The party barely started." I shook my head. Normal Evelyn.

"So why are we just standing here? Get the fudge up and dance! A party is not just standing and talking!" Brooklyn yelled over the blasting music.
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About two hours later, all four of us laid helplessly on the couch. Too much dancing took all our energy.