Just a little misunderstanding....

CHAPTER SEVEN: CLICHÉ MOMENTS.

    Hiya good people of JLM! Sooo I'm here with chapter seven and I'm  super psyched about this new chapter cause I  believe I'm finally getting somewhere with this book. In case you haven't noticed, I'm super slow at updating and I plead with you, please please please bear with me. So with that out of the way, I'm dedicating this chapter to my awesome lil bitch @nanya_007 for making this amazing banner which btw, I'm sooooo making my new cover. So that's that about that....enjoy my lovelies!

      The scene of the party was so stereotypical, I could predict the next moves of every teenager grinding and barfing and dry humping on poor poor Matt Slater's property.

    Like the white blonde headed girl giggling as she twirled her hair with a velocity that would make Regina George jealous as she spoke with the weird guy from my maths class who was licking his hands down chapped lips like there was no tomorrow, would probably have her bra ending up on the Slater's mailbox in....3....2....1....

      "Omigosh, why is that Elsa wonna be flinging her bra on the mailbox? Is that even legal??"

                Case closed.

   
      And don't even get me started on the stereotype groups hanging all over the house.

  
     The beer pong guys who'd probably end up crashing at Matt's, the joint smokers on the roof speaking nonsensical nonsense to each other. Then the eager girls and dudes in every possible corner of the house hoping to lose their virginities or get laid. And in my mind, all I could think of was, this party just came out of a freaking movie.

 
    It was all pretty disgusting to me, the drunk dudes trying to grab your ass, all the sweaty bodies touching you, and the wasted idiots throwing up everywhere. But it seemed like Lace had an entire different view on the scene cause no sooner had we stepped inside the house than she squealed in excitement, before telling me a quick, "gotta scavenge for hot guys" and scrambling off like a cat with its tail on fire.

     And like that, I was left all alone in a party that I completely loathed.

    After standing where Lace had left me for seven full minutes, I decided to try and find the kitchen and get myself a bottle of water to drink being that my throat was incredibly dry, mostly due to discomfort. Keyword: try.

   Oh just great! Just another group to add to the clichè list; the forever hormonal couples who couldn't go five minutes without groping each other. They were blocking my every path, the stairs, the toilet door and every other freaking place that wasn't already occupied by the must-be-disvirgined-virgins. Pathetic. I know.

    But I drew the line when it came to the kitchen door that I had finally found after several minutes of searching.

     I annoyingly pushed off the lustful couple practically jumping each others' bones from the front of the door making sure not to make direct contact with the contaminated door, but the animals, sorry partners sure as hell didn't even notice shit.

    I felt like a frigging queen when I stepped into the slaters' kitchen cause I had conquered the jungle out there. And if you've ever been to a high school party, you'd know that's a great achievement. Hell! I even deserve a medal¤

     Stupid ol' me. I should've known you could never get it this easy at a wild life party like this. I got into the kitchen fine but the situation on ground right now is where the hell are all the soft drinks and bottles of water?!

       I mean I get that its a teenage party which explains the beer and all the alcohol  but would it seriously kill you to stack down a few bottles of water???? damn you Matt Slater, damn you.

     
        I was on my third frantic search for water in the alcohol stacked fridge when I heard a voice behind me.

      "Care for some?" The voice said from behind me.

    I turned to identify the stranger and found out it was Drew Sims. Star quarter back of our school's prestige football team. Or if you may, Ken doll perfection. He was holding out an opened can of coca cola gesturing for me to take it.

      Drew is like the definition of the perfect guy. Look up the word perfection in your dictionary and you'll see his face smiling up at ya. It's true. He's got it all, perfect blonde hair, sparkly white teeth that could put Colgate to shame, sea blue eyes, toned body and he's rich! What more could you ask for in a guy? He's perfect. A little too perfect if you ask me.

     I get that he's hot and all but the guy literally has no flaws; you'd hardly find any scars on his body. And that's just a lil bit too plastic surgery-ey for me. I'd appreciate maybe a lil bit eyebrow scar here or a bit of a birth mark dot just above the upper lip, like Ian's lil birth mark just makes him look so cute and the scar on his left eyebrow gives him the whole badass effect. He totally got it after trying to sneak me a kiss while we were rollerskating....not his best move exactly.  It was such a romantic.....

       "Sooooo are you gonna take it from my hand or you're just gonna keep on staring?" I was rudely interrupted by Drew.

      So check this out, this guy has never spoken to me in the history of my life and he's suddenly offering me an opened can of soda at a party where I am dressed in a tight fitted dress showcasing all my assets. yup, definitely drugged the drink.

    I open my mouth to decline his offer and I'm sure from the look of disdain on my face, he notices what I'm about to do so he throws in the Australian accent coupled with a heart melting smile.

      "Come on, you know you want to." Can somebody just say perfect.

      Well, I was terribly thirsty.....and maybe if I just take a little itsy bisty sip, the effect won't work on me. And Lace would be there to protect me.....
.........yeahhhhh, maybe I shouldn't exactly count on Lace.

      So I took the can from a full blown smile Drew aiming for just a little sip but boy, was I in for it.

    Whatever drug Drew slipped there must have been an incredibly powerful one cause one minute I'm slowly sipping, and the next, I've gulped down the entire can!

                I'm sooo dead!

    My vision is all of a sudden blurry and I'm staggering in my heels. All I can make out is an unclear image of a smirking Drew and the few passed out drunks in the kitchen. No one else.

          Again, I'm sooooo dead!

     Drew's disgustingly sweaty hands are all over my body and edging slowly up my thighs. Silent tears fall down my face cause I can't do anything but cry as I get weaker and weaker. I am slowly fading into unconsciousness when I hear the sound of something shattering against the floor before my heavy eyelids close finally.