The Andrew Complex

TAC: 2

PICTURE OF ANDREW ON DA SIDE~~~~~~~

I roll over onto my back, reaching for my phone and dialed the number that I hadn't dialed for a week. "Tessa?" I ask, surprised that she had picked up. Tessa is perpetually partying; even when we had sleepovers with our other friends, she was partying. To be honest, this brought us even closer. I tended to attract people that weren't dependable. In all my friendships, I'd always be the rock that you could lean on in a storm. "Lena, what a surprise!" She says sarcastically with a laugh at the end. I wince, "I'm sorry, Tess. It was a hard -" "I heard about Lacey. You know, Lena, I'd always said that he was a bad guy - from the first time that he had," Tessa pauses, fumbling for a less obscene word, "fucked you over, I'd told you that he was a bad guy. Anyways, what's up? Make it fast, too, I have an insane hangover." Hesitantly, I answer her, "I kind of wanted to go to a party -" Tessa cuts me off by emitting a high-pitched squeal. "I'm seriously so glad that you called - you know that guy, right? Like 6 feet, broad shoulders, with the hair? You know how he never, ever is spotted partying? Elena says that he's coming down to Broderick's tonight," "Tessa..." "and Broderick's parties are radical. We're totally going. I was so totally afraid of going alone," "No you weren't." "I totally was! Pick me up?" I sigh and hang up, regretting my decision to ask Tessa about a party.

Tessa's house is pitch black - mostly because her parents are almost always out of town. I honk my horn and her door immediately opens. Tessa, like Lacey, is blessed with stick-straight blonde hair and an insanely skinny body. Tonight, she's wearing a black dress that dips all the way to the small of her back and strappy teal sandals. She skips down her driveway and by the time she's in my passenger seat she looks like she's about to explode with energy. "Are you excited? I'm pretty excited, A, because that total hottie, Andrew, is going to be there and, B, because you're finally coming to party with me - we're going to get totally wasted..." Tessa spends the next 10 minutes chattering mindlessly about how excited she was and I found myself already tired by the time I pulled into Broderick's driveway.

Loud. I think, annoyed. Tessa is practically shaking from excitement and she begins to briskly walk towards his house, leaving me behind. When she reaches the door, she turns around and flashes me a bright smile before opening the door and walking in. I sigh, cursing the muggy weather. I pull at the maxi dress that I had pulled on earlier that night in an attempt to cover my skin. I had also curled my hair so that it fell down my back gracefully instead of in a messy tangle.

"Hey! You! Take a drink!" I look up, wincing at the sight of a completely wasted boy trying to pass me a cup. "You're totally hot - wait, aren't you Stephen's ex? You know, like, he used to have pictures of you in hissssss locker." He slurs, his eyes comically wide. "You're like really hot and I'm n - not drunk of anything, so, it's not beer-goggles." He chuckles, and maybe if he was sober I could've considered it hot, but he was basically just blowing his rancid breath into my face. "Take the drink - maybe you'll stop being as frigid as Stephen said you are if you take a drink." I calmly shake my head, "I don't drink." The boy snorts and steps closer, stumbling over his own feet. "Just take the drink," he says, "it's totally great." My lips press together in a thin line and I feel my face twisting with annoyance. "I don't drink." He steps closer and I step back, fear causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I was outside, alone with a drunk boy, and the only people around were completely smashed. He pushes his face closer to mine and I flinch, "Take the fucking drink!" He growls, angry. I wince and push at him, angry. "Fuck you!" I say, slapping him across the face, ignoring the sting and instead focusing on the fact that his face with clouding up with rage. "You're a fucking bitch - no wonder Stephen broke up with you," He sneers, spittle coming out of his mouth. "yeah, and it fucking makes sense that he cheated on you with Lacey. She's a better romp in bed anyways." He shoves me, my shoulder making bitter contact with the rough tree bark.