Cliches Reversed

Chapter 3

"Come on Kaleb. It'll be fun!" Cayla was begging, more like whining, for me to go to this stupid party tonight that I really didn't want to go to. I'm going to put this in a way I can easily explain as to why I hate parties. 

Kaleb+ Social situation= Awkward moments and embarrassing myself

I was slowly beginning to cave due to the fact that Cayla's begging voice was so high pitched, screechy, and annoying that I think it was slowly beginning to make my ears bleed. "Fine, fine!" I caved , she was just too annoying. "Great, I'll pick you up after school." With that she began to walk away, leaving me curious. Where could she be going, it was the middle of lunch and she had classes after this? What ever, as long as she left me alone I was good.

~~~~~~~~~TIME SKIP TO PARTY~~~~~~~~

"Ok, here are the rules. 1. Don't take drinks from strangers, 2. Don't drink anything left open or unattended, 3. Don't eat the brownies, 4. Don't go upstairs with anyone, and 5 HAVE FUN!" It seemed that after school hours Cayla was more energetic than a tiny dog on Red Bull. She was dragging me by the arm, once again, through the house and into the kitchen. Cayla had already gone over the '5 Basic Rules That'll Save You From a Bad Party Experience' and many other party rules and regulations that will apparently ensure that I will have a good time at this social event.

 Cayla shoved a red solo cup that contain a drink that she had concocted into my hand. "Drink." She demanded with her beady eyed  stare. I took a small sip and it burnt my throat like hell. I fake drank it by letting my lip fall a bit and having it drip out from there.She smiled and giggled then looked to the make-shift dance floor. Her eyes landed on someone "Oh, cute boy. Be right back got to steal him." She grabbed a random solo cup and threw it back. Didn't she just break rule 2? 

I scanned my surroundings for the best corner to hide in. Corner 1 had a couple making out, no thanks. Corner 2 was taken over by beer pong. Corner 3 had people playing spin the bottle. Corner 4 had a little secluded couch with no one, sounds like my type of thing. I sat and put my Coca Cola that I had picked up in the cup holder between the two spaces.

I began to scroll through my phone reading and just passing by. After a couple of minutes, I heard a throat clear besides me. I looked up to find a large dude clad in a football jersey. "The names Chad." I was confused as to why someone of such high status in the social ladder would talk to a no one like me. "I'm Kaleb." I looked behind him rather than into his eyes. "I know that. Heard you were friends with Cayla, maybe more." His tone had an edge to it that made me uneasy. "W-well, t-thats not quite t-true." "Whatever, I need you to meet someone upstairs." I simply nodded and took a sip of my Coca Cola, was it supposed to be this fizzy and funky tasting? 

Chad got up and I followed him to an upstairs bedroom. The room got a bit blurry and black was edging my vision as I gripped onto a wall and Chad locked the door. I fell to the ground feeling light headed and weak. Chad approached me and began to kick and beat the crap out of me. He was saying something about not ever talking to Cayla again, but I couldn't really tell as I went in and out of consciousness . Eventually, It was too much to handle so I let Chad continue the beating and allowed the darkness to consume me.