Boys, Purple hippos and Drama! The story of a sarcastic, party girl!

Party, party!

The whole week was exactly the same. Rich- who I had now not so affectionately dubbed Brad Pitt boy- was still under my "care". Between bouts of idiocy and paranoia (on my part, unfortunately), time with him was unvaried and annoying. 

When Katie reminded me about the party, I couldn't wait. It would be a chance for me to let my hair down (figuratively and literally) speaking. Given how hectic and annoying the week had been, I knew I’d enjoy the party. Well, I hoped I would.

I had learnt enough of the Brad Pitt boy to know that he wouldn’t be seen dead at a party and in a way, I was kind of sad. Despite the fact, he seems to believe I am the world’s biggest lunatic (something even I question at times), I also wanted to prove to him that I’m not just the stereotypical party girl. On second thoughts, perhaps doing that at a party wouldn’t be such a good idea.

The only thing I hate about parties is getting ready for them. It takes me hours to get myself looking less like Morticia’s uglier sister and more like a normal teenager. Which seems a waste of time and effort (as well as make-up) since it’s just going to get ruined throughout the night. Thus giving me the ‘panda’ look!

“Are you done yet?” Katie called to me, as she came in my bedroom.

I turned to look at her whilst I smoothed down the dress I was wearing. It was one of those little black dresses which all women seem obligated to own. The one I was wearing wasn’t particularly showy but I needed to buy it the minute I saw it.

“Are you sure you want to wear those?” Katie asked me, as she took in what I was wearing.

As soon as I heard her question, I began to smile. The high heeled shoes I was wearing weren’t just the tallest pair in my wardrobe but also ones which would probably make a skyscraper feel small. What I wear isn’t important to me, what shoes I wear are.

I nodded to her, and it wasn’t too much longer before we (Well, it was mostly me) stumbled out of my house before heading to the party. Not before, of course, telling Mum that I would be back by 12 at the latest and that if I’m not, it’ll be the aliens!

My mum isn’t a normal mum. You know, she’s absolutely batty. Not in a weird way, of course. She just simply puts up with my nonsense. So, when I had told her that if I'm not back by 12, I've probably been abducted and probed by Aliens, she simply nodded to me. 

As we entered the party, there were a few people who we both knew. The type of people who isn’t exactly invited yet no-one gives a flying monkey’s about it. And by the time anyone does, everyone else will be too drunk to do anything about it.

I was left on my own as Katie went to get drinks (Very alcoholic ones, knowing her) and as I spotted someone in the corner of the living room, I felt sick to my stomach.

In front of me was my scumbag ex-boyfriend Cal, snogging a girl so hard I wondered whether (despite my heart-break) he could taste what she had for breakfast. Despite the sickening feeling getting worse and tears began to fill my eyes, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them.

Cal had always been handsome and not just the boy next door type but in a mesmerizing way. His luscious locks of brown hair, and his bulging biceps had always meant he was never short of attention.  I realised with a sinking heart that he looked exactly the same.

Katie quickly returned and at this point I had managed to pull my attention away from them without crying, and she immediately realised something was wrong.

“What, Sarah? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She commented to me, loudly as the music started to pound.

Unintentionally, I turned to look at Cal and his mystery girl and now that my best friend was here, I felt my resolve slipping. My eyes began to sting as my tears mingled with my mascara and I couldn’t help but feel glad that I remembered to put a waterproof one on.

Katie was looking at me worriedly but it was a little while later when she finally realised who I was staring at. She looked not only absolutely horrified but also disgusted.

“I didn’t know that he’d be here! Don’t let that scumbag get to you!” She advised me, angrily.

As I took a cup of something of her, I gave her my most confident smile. It was, of course, still quite watery but I didn’t want Cal to know how much he had hurt me.

Despite my confidence, I couldn’t enjoy myself. Every time I was beginning to, I would inevitably see Cal sticking his tongue down some girl’s throat.

What was worse was that despite his man-whorish behaviour (and it definitely was, I had seen him with three different girls!), I couldn’t help but feel anxious about what he thought of me. As if, I could be unhappy or happy based on his judgment… what a load of bull.

As Tom came over to Katie, my best friend seemed to forget that I was there. Tom’s a lovely guy and certainly not a scumbag. It made me feel happier that my friend would have such a nice guy. 

I soon left them getting very familiar with Ty’s booze and I decided to go for a wander around his rather extensive house. And by that, I really mean extensive. It was the type of house which always makes yours feel as if it’s either a pig sty or miniature.

The only room which seemed to be empty was one of the back bedrooms and as I was looking (being nosy; really), I noticed someone had walked in behind me.

I quickly turned around to see Cal behind me. The sight of him made my blood boil. Not because of what he had done, nah, he hadn’t done anything too "Scumbaggy" it was what I felt when I saw him looking at me, that was annoying me.

I immediately reacted to his gaze. It felt as if someone had dipped my entire body in a furnace but instead of feeling agony, all I felt was a desire I desperately needed to be quenched. This, of course, could only be done satisfied by him...... In the past. 

“Sarah. I missed you. Did you miss me?” He asked me, as he came closer.

He didn’t seem drunk or insane as he hadn’t slurred and he could certainly walk straight but I don’t have any desire to make small talk with him.

I had a very strong urge to tell him: “No, you cretin, I didn’t miss you!” but all I seemed to be able to mutter was something along the lines: “Hey….um….no, erm…”

Yeah, not very articulate, I know but in my defence this was the boy who had played my heart like his own personal violin and chucked it and me, of course, away when he had realised how normal I was.

Cal smirked  when he heard me mutter and I inwardly cursed myself.

A/N: Here is the first part of the party. The next part will focus on their conversation.