Unfortunately Named

Chapter 4

"Excuse me?" I say as I step into the hallway watching as my twin skips up the stairs. "Who's partying?"

Stewy rolls his eyes. "I am, but you can come if you want. I met this pretty cool guy that invited me to his house because he's throwing a party."

"Or he's a sociopath that's gonna rip out your kidneys and sell them on eBay," I deadpan.

"Then he can sell yours, too," Stewy says before going into his room. I hear him shuffling through boxes. I also go to my room because let's face it- Uranus Star Stewy does not miss out on a party.

After I've made myself presentable (jean shorts, cute tank top, sandals, braid, makeup), I grab my phone and go downstairs to wait for my brother. He's the kind of idiot to spend thirty seconds brushing his teeth but thirty minutes doing his hair.

As he met me at the front door, I sarcastically ask him if he's sure his hair has enough gel in it. He rolls his eyes and pushes me out the door. He begins walking down the driveway, past the minivan.

"Aren't we taking the van?"

"You're so stupid, Star. Of course we aren't taking the van. Do you really want to show up to our first party in this town with the minivan?" My brother replies. I kept silent, knowing he was very right.

We walk a couple blocks and eventually find the party. It isn't exactly hard to miss- beer cans and drunk teens litter the front yard, and music is blaring.

Stewy pats me on the shoulder as we make our way to the door. "Have fun, sis. Try not to get pregnant; I don't wanna be an uncle yet."

I roll my eyes. "That's your thing, not mine."

The party was just like any other I've gone to, just a little less crowded. There are still plenty of people to consume all the alcohol. I stand near the front door, looking around. The house is nice and has- minus the party- a pretty interior. I look around at the different people.

First, there are the druggies. They're the ones smoking in the corner, or snorting something on the coffee table. Then there's the people passed out drunk on the floor. The people making out like no one's watching. The people dancing normally, and the people grinding on everything in sight. Lastly, there's the people I prefer to get acquainted with- those just having a good time and hanging out, maybe having a drink or two.

I walk up to a couple of girls my age near the back door. "Hi, I'm Star."

"Hey. I'm Amelia, and that's Misty," a girl with her hair dyed red replies to me with a smile. Misty, a pretty blonde, also offers me a smile. I return their smiles gratefully.

"So I'm new to this town. What do you guys do for fun around here besides party?"

Misty sighs. "Not nearly enough."

Amelia explains, "What she means is, the only person we know aside from Mitchell that actually does crazy, fun stuff is Jo, and she's almost always grounded. Because of the crazy stuff she does."

I smirk. "I like Jo already."

"That's it!" Misty exclaims. "That smirk, that's Jo's smirk."

"You and Jo are gonna be good friends. I can sense it."

A laugh escapes past my lips. "That's a relief. I could use some of those." Both girls chuckle. Misty offers to grab us all drinks, and Amelia goes to the bathroom, so I'm left alone by the back door. I'm happily going through my social media when a voice interrupts.

"Hey, beautiful."

I don't bother looking up. "Not interested."

A scoff. "You haven't even seen me. I'm hot, babe."

"Then you won't mind me pushing you into hell?"

His- I don't even know who he is- hand grabs my wrist. I can smell the beer on his breath. "Don't be such a bitch."

I finally look up at him. He's taller than I am, but not exactly what I'd call attractive. "Sorry, bitch is kind of part of my personality."

The unattractive guy's grip on my wrist tightens, and he shoves me into the wall. He says something, but I don't hear it. I'm too busy having a slight panic attack. The last guy that shoved me into a wall put me in the hospital, and the memories are flooding back like a tsunami.

"You little bitch!" He screamed at me as I tried to control my crying.

"I'm sorry-"

He shoved me into the brick wall behind me, effectively cutting me off. "Sorry doesn't cut it this time, you dirty little whore."

"Star, are you okay?"

I come back into focus to see a few curious pairs of eyes looking at me. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Perfectly fine."

Misty and Amelia help me up off the floor; I must've fallen. I glance around and see the guy that had grabbed me, knocked out on the floor. Standing next to him was the one and only Apron Boy.

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Hello, loves! I apologize for not updating in, like, thirty years. But I'm here now! I realized how much potential this story has, and I've decided to keep it going. I'm going to try to update as much as I can.

This is a humor story, so don't get upset that it has some darker stuff in it. And also, the story needs to get on track before I can actually get the plot going, so please be patient with that.

Question of the chapter: What would you name your kids if you had any?

My answer: For a boy, Pierce. For a girl, either Lenore or Aspen.