Parting Ways

Parting Ways - Chapter One

AUTHOR'S NOTE [JUNE, 2014]: Okay, so I'm really not proud of this story. The plot isn't great and the writing is kinda immature, so yeah, read it only if you're really bored and want to do nothing to increase your brain cells or whatever. Don't cuss me, okay? Well, you can cuss me all you want, I won't even know about it. ( ._.) <--- that's me sulking in a corner. Okay, bye. Enjoy, if you can. :3

Chapter One 

(Dedicated to Bdicocco because she practically edited this whole chapter for me and I couldn't be more thankful. Thank you so much! NO SHE IS NOT MY EDITOR, I asked for a critique from her.)

The people in front of me were enjoying the party like there was no tomorrow, dancing and laughing in order to match the rhythmic beats of the music – while my own heart was thumping wildly in my chest. What lay in front of me was a scene I did not belong to; not anymore.

     I could already predict what havoc my future actions were going to bring; not just to me but to everyone I loved. The only thing that motivated me to even come to this party was my condition. I knew I had to do it. There wasn’t a second option to it.

     Flicking my amber hair back, I sifted through the packed-house making my way to the 'It' crowd where my friends were waiting. There were always people at school who tried to get into this crowd, but I had been lucky that my friends were already a part of this exclusive circle. It was too bad that in just a few minutes I knew everyone—'It' crowd and the non-'It' crowd included—would hate me. But then again that was exactly what I wanted.

     “Emma, there you are!” Chloe Mason, my best friend shouted upon my arrival. If only she knew. Her curly blonde hair bounced on her petite frame as she grabbed my hand, dragging me to the group. Her little black dress clung to every inch of her body, exposing a little too much. Normally, Chloe would never wear something as short or as revealing but today was different. It was the last party before the senior prom. The ultimate. And everyone was here, every senior attending Albert Barrow High School.

     As soon as the other’s acknowledged my presence, the party went into full swing. Someone enveloped me into a massive hug from the back. I was familiar to this warm feeling; way too familiar. I turned around only to be kissed by my boyfriend, Bruce Jackson. It felt bittersweet, but made me smile nonetheless. I gave a curt nod to everyone else in response with a slight smile. This was the last time when I’d be able to do it, the last time when I’d be able to hug my own boyfriend.

     I searched for something to drink, something to assure me that I wasn’t going to be weak. Now that I’d chalked out everything, my traitorous feelings couldn’t betray me. That was the last thing I wanted right now. I grabbed a glass of what looked like wine and chucked it in one go. The burning sensation electrocuted me, inside-out. It felt good, it made me feel strong. A mild distraction, I thought to myself.

     It took me just seconds to swig three more glasses, all in a row. “Someone’s trying to make some record, eh?” I didn’t know who spoke that, but whoever it was couldn’t be more right. Though he was talking about my drinking, I couldn’t help but think of my own tactic. Yeah, I was going to set a record, a record I promised to never break again.

     Now that I was confident enough to blurt out whatever came to my mind, I started bringing my plan into action. The whole thing was rather simple. Go to the party, pretend everything was normal, start flirting with someone and then bring the bombshell. And that’s when you’ll have everybody against you. Skip out of the party as if I didn’t give a damn and spend whatever remained of my life in peace and overwhelming loneliness. Perfect, without so much of a flaw.