Your friends had told you he wouldn't be at the party and that was the main reason you had decided to go in the first place.
Two weeks.
You and Ashton were only going on two weeks apart, and breaking up in high school was like starting a world war. Friends departed, trenches were dug, and hearts were speared and shot straight through the center. Sometimes people would get pulled by both sides by being caught in the middle, however, in this case, that wasn't what was happening.
Ashton had his friends and you had your own, when you were together it was one huge group of night outs and skipping curfew, but now it was back to your separate ways. You were thankful still that there were no possession problems. You were both too young to share a dog on your own so there were no problems having to decide who got to keep it.
"We don't have to stay if you don't wanna." Your friend told you, standing like a wall in front of you, because she knew that if you locked eyes with him you would suddenly become upset.
But you shook your head. "No, it's ok." You told her with a reassuring grin. "I want to stay. We can't hide from each other forever." You were speaking truth. You wanted so badly to just put the breakup behind you and move on, to treat it like it never happened, and to be friends.
But of course, that couldn't happen. Things always had to be more dramatic then needed.
Your friend walked with you to the drink table, making sure to give you the proper amount you would need to get through the night. She handed you the cup with a friendly smile.
"Cheers." She help up her own cup to yours.
"What are we cheering to?" You asked, not aware of the celebration at hand.
"To being single." She cheered a bit too loud, and you knew that as she fist pumped the air she was drawing a certain person's attention over to you.
"Ok, ok." You told her, bringing her hand down to her side. "Let's not cause a scene."
"I just want you to have a good time." You both sipped your drinks and made a face as you swallowed the alcohol. She clearly wasn't the best drink mixer. "Will you tell me if you don't want to be here?" You nodded at her. She grabbed your hand and gave a squeeze, letting you know she'd be there for you as if you didn't already know that.
There were abrupt shouts coming from the center of the room and soon the host of the party emerged. "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!" He shouted. "Whoever doesn't wanna play get the fuck out of my HOUSE!" He was obviously already hammered, tossing his body around with his friends, pretending to mosh. They were cheering at him: "Yeah man!" "Woo!" "Who's gonna get it?" And you rolled your eyes at the comments.
"Oh Y/N can we play?" Your friend tugged on your arm, putting her best pout on. You gave a weary look. "Y/N please! What's the chance of it even being one of us. You know we never get picked for this kind of thing." You were still unsure, but thought of the few times before when even then you nor she got picked to spend the infamous seven minutes in the closet, or whatever room was designated for the deed.
You rolled your eyes in defeat. "Why not?" You huffed, making her smile wide.
About thirteen people gathered around in a circle, someone placing an empty plastic bottle of vodka in the middle. There was traffic with people walked in and out of the circle so you could tell who all was sitting down.
The host went first, spinning (and cheating) until the bottle pointed to this hot girl who definitely didn't go to your school, but he had been determined to get with her all night. She was sitting a few people to your right, and she pushed her way out of the circle in a hurry, having the same idea he did. They went into a small closet for seven minutes, and when he exited with a huge smile on his face and his buddies pretending to mosh once again. You and your friend laughed out of the embarrassment they were making for themselves.
