Chapter Three

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I stood in front of my closer door late Saturday afternoon, wondering what to wear to Noel Kahn's party. I had just gotten back from getting my nails done with my mom, which were painted a dark shade of purple which almost looked black, so I didn't really have too much time to spare before I meet up with the girls at Spencer's. It wasn't that I didn't have enough clothes, it was the fact I had way too many to choose from and too many combinations.

I looked through each rack of clothes and finally decided on a pair of black leggings and a loosely fitted white tank top. It was going to be chilly tonight, so I figured I was time to pull out my winter jacket. I looked at the back of my closet and found my dark army green jacket I had since last year and smiled to myself. It was one of my most favourite jackets I had purchased over the years, there was fur around the hood and it was just super comfy. I slipped on my pair of leather boots that were a chocolate brown colour and headed downstairs to say goodbye to my mom.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, mom. I'll text you when we get back to Spencer's tonight." I said as I gave her a quick hug. I kind of wished my mom had some plans with someone tonight, I always felt bad for going out and leaning her home alone, I knew she got lonely here without me. But every time I told her how bad I felt, she shrugged it off and told me to go have fun. I took my keys off of the hook, said goodbye one last time and headed outside. I was glad I decided to wear my jacket, the crisp wind made it so much chillier then it really should've been. I got into my silver Mercedes Benz and drove down the street to Spencer's long driveway. As I was pulling in, I saw Alison coming out of her house, walking down her driveway just next door. I put my car into park and grabbed my overnight bag from the passengers seat and got out to meet Ali.

"How are you not cold?!" I asked as I looked at her bare legs. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts that didn't cover much and a baggy grey hoodie with Rosewood High written across it in black letters. Her hair was straightened to a pin, not a hair out of place and her makeup was done just right. Maybe if I had motivation like she did I could look as good as that.

"That's why I'm wearing a hoodie until we get to Noel's, my legs rarely ever get cold anyways. I know when I get there I'll be way too warm, I'll just ditch my hoodie in whatever car we take to his place." Alison said with a smirk. I just smiled and walked to Spencer's backyard until we reached her barn we usually had sleepovers in. It was heated and it was very specious, enough for us all to crash and have a good sleep instead of being crammed into one small bedroom. Spencer was supposed to move in here at the start of the school year, well at least move her bedroom here and stuff, but Melissa went and made a huge deal about it and delayed it for another year. For that reason, I was glad I didn't have siblings. We reached the large front door and was greeted by Spencer, Emily and Aria who were getting the room ready for when we arrive back from the party. I claimed a sleeping bag and put my overnight bag on top of it, which was between Emily and Aria. I sat down on the sleeping back and pulled my phone out to play Candy Crush. Not only did I have an addiction to my cell phone, this game was also to take part of the blame.

"Should we leave soon?" Asked Emily.

"Well, we're all here and ready. We can take my car." Said Spencer. "Let's go now." We all followed Spencer out of the barn and made our way to her SUV while she locked up the barn door. I sat in the back with Aria and Ali while Emily sat up with Spencer.

Within twenty minutes, we pulled up in front of Noel Kahn's cabin where he solely used it to host parties. I wish my family had a summer home where I could throw awesome parties, of course they probably wouldn't be as good, but it would be fun.

"I hope Ben isn't here," Emily moaned with a sigh. "I've been ignoring his calls since yesterday, and trust me I think I've hit the Decline button at least fifty times in the last twenty-four hours."

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