(I shall leave the hairstyle and shoe-style to your imagery).
-Elizabeth-
It was barely seven and Dakota and I just came back from her place, so I could borrow a dress from her, and there were already cars parked out front. I looked over at Dakota and grinned, "I guess I'm more popular than I thought, huh?" Both Dakota and I stepped out of the car, and I had the sudden need to straighten my dress. I then felt everyone's eyes locked onto the both of us, and they all grinned, everyone showing packs and packs of all kinds of alcohol. I'm so glad my mom has to stay at her security guard shift until tomorrow morning.
But then again, who knows how long this party will last? The last time it lasted until four a.m., and I got busted and lectured a shit-ton from mom. As for punishment, I had to clean the whole two-story house by myself, which reeked of cigars and alcohol, beer cans thrown everywhere, and there were even some people passed out in our bathroom or in my room. But it was in fact worth it for a hell of a party. Sadly, Quinton couldn't join.
"Alright peeps!" Dakota yelled, silencing their woops of excitement. All of a sudden, I felt like we just accomplished in a battle about having Kanye West not be the president in five years. (Wouldn't that be something?). "We just got back and Eli and I haven't even started to set up the drinks and shit, so we need you" - everyone started to groan - "damn, let me finish for fuck sake. Ahem, anyways," Dakota glared, making me laugh my ass off. "Well, you are free to do whatever, all we need is a table, beer, and ping-pong balls!"
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I shouted in victory, "Drink up, Darren, I just shot the ball up in your face!" The crowd surround us started rooting, chanting my name over and over, but only using my nickname, because 'Elizabeth' chanted over and over? We all know we're just too lazy for that, and its such a time-waster, really.
Right now, we were playing Beer Pong, courtesy of Dakota. And I have to say, I never knew how good I was at this game. And then someone spoke up. "I'll challenge you." I turned toward the familiar sound of the voice and instantly smiled when I saw Quinton, embracing a girl. I think her name is Vallerie...
"You go, baby!" she cheered him on as Quinton made it to the opposite side of the table, grinning. I crossed my arms, smiling, "You didn't say you were coming." Taking off his jacket and handing it to his girlfriend, he said, shrugging, "I wanted to surprise you." Yeah, surprise me my ass.
But then, that reminded me of Cole from our text messages. The sudden thought of him made my heart skip a beat...why?
I shook it off by throwing a ping-pong ball towards Quinton. He caught it within seconds. Sure, he played sports and all, but not enough to where he wanted to continue those sports in college. I wondered if Cole played any sports....
What the hell, why do I keep thinking about him? My thoughts were sucked out into a vacuum cleaner when the ball struck my forehead. "Are you going to play, or not?" Quinton challenged, grinning as he saw my dazed expression turn into a bring-it-on one, if they even have those.
"Fine, then I'll go first," I said, waving the ball that he threw at me. He rolled his eyes, "Your still the same as ever." But then I caught the smile that formed, but it was only to himself, if seemed.
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I collapsed on a near by couch, the party was still continuing. Quinton kept beating me by a landslide. "Tired already?" I heard his voice say, and opened my eyes to see Quinton bending over me. I rolled my eyes and made a hand gesture for him to move.
I sat up and patted the empty seat next to me. He sat down and put his arm around my shoulder, and that got me thinking. "Where's your girlfriend?" I asked, removing his arm from me. He sighed, as if he was tired of hearing that question, "She's outside on the 'dance floor', grinding on some drunk fat dude." He shook his head. "She slept with other guys, but I never told her that I knew."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Sabes que, tu eres un idiota." I rolled my eyes when he shrugged. I know he knew what I said, he has a limit to understanding Spanish, though.
"I guess I just don't want to break up with her - "
"Okay, do you realize how stupid you sound right now?" I told him. I scoffed and held one finger for him to stay there, and I went outside to the backyard and started to search for Quinton's girlfriend, Valerie or whatever.
I then found her, fingering someone's shirt pocket without their notice, and took out a wallet. I held my gasp by clamping my hand over my mouth, and then had the strangest feeling of déjà vu.
She then put the wallet in her back pocket, and pushed the guy away. Our eyes then locked and she looked extremely shocked. (A/N that rhymes, doesn't it, reader?)
But then I had the most strangest, so unbelievable thought that even I didn't think that it was me who thought it.
I kept thinking: We could really be a kickass team, me and her.
