Open Floor

OF - Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

"So you're telling me you paid J-Lo a visit and didn't tell any of us?" Leroy asked before bringing the glass of vodka on to his lips.

We were currently in Liz' party, munching on Ruffles and Potato Fries in her livingroom while tons of Seniors from our school were dancing - actually more like grinding - around to the music.

I looked back at the five pairs of eyes. Leroy, Frank, Nate, Mark and also April's who was with me at the hospital earlier. That little-

"Hey, guys! I'm glad you made it!" Liz, who is a member of our dance crew and the host of the party, greeted sitting on Nate's lap. She looked pretty sober though I've been catching her taking drink after drink since we got here.

"Hi, beautiful," Nate said giving her a sweet kiss on the shoulder. Soon, they were flirting and Leroy, April, Mark, Frank, and I relocated from the living room to Liz' giant backyard.

"Rich people are a waste of space," Mark commented. "I mean, all this space just for grass? hello-o?"

We laughed at his "creative" observation and settled down on to the grass.

Leroy, April, and Frank made bets about how long it would take before Liz and Nate to get a room upstairs.

"I bet fifty bucks for 30 minutes," Leroy said.

"No way. Liz wouldn't give in that easily. I say one hour. A hundred bucks," says April.

"Nate's probably dying to get into Liz' pants since they met and now's the perfect night! I say about five minutes. Hundred bucks." It was Frank this time.

"Oooh, raise it to a hundred, Leroy. You have the lowest bet," I encouraged though I thought April was right.

"Then why don't you bet for it, Telly?" Leroy said with narrowed eyes and a grin.

"No thanks. I'm heading to the kitchen to grab some snacks. Anything you want in particular?" I stood up.

"Cheese Rings."

"Potato Fries."

"Ruffles."

"Beer."

"Drunkard." April snickered at Leroy.

"Am not!" Leroy contradicted. We all know that Leroy loves to drink alcohol. Especially beer and he's gotten pretty immune to it that he could drink more than seven bottles without getting drunk nor turning red. "Please?" he gave me a puppy dog look.

"I'll be right back."

I headed back inside the house and noticed that there were more people than before. I didn't know Liz could throw a party this big. My respect for her is increasing.

I bumbed into a few people, spilled a few drinks, interrupted a few making out couples and made my way through the grinding bodies of teenagers to the kitchen where the drinks and snacks were. Lucky for me, I was the only one in there. I'm not really a party goer so as soon as I locked myself in the kitchen, I was afraid to go out. The sight was... I don't even know how to describe it but surely, bad is an understatement.

I need to get them their desired snacks. God, this is a life and death situation. Well... I'm over stating things, but I really really don't want to go back out there. It's like a teenage zoo or something. You get the picture.

I grabbed a paperbag by the fridge and began to grab the snacks my friends named, a can of beer for Leroy, and a bottle of rootbeer for me. The door suddenly opened and I jumped in place and turned to face the new comer.