The Problems in Life. Book One: Helpless (Completed)

Chapter Six

I hate parties. I absolutely hate them. I have no idea what to wear. I called Hayley earlier to ask her, and she said casual. What in hell is casual!?

I finally decided on a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top, light blue blue jeans, and silver flats. I curled my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I redid my makeup because I look awful without any.

God. I'm so flat chested. I might as well be a table. Not to mention that I'm practically shorter than everyone else in school. And why brown hair and brown eyes? Could I be any plainer?

I hear my phone buzzing and take it out of my pocket. Hayley is here to pick me up. I sigh, shoving the phone back in my pocket. I grab my purse and climb out the window, leaving the screaming voices inside.

I know that Hayley is fifteen, and can't legally drive, but she doesn't care. She said that she only does it for emergencies or to sneak out. Sometimes I wish her brother didn't teach her how to drive.

"You look nice," Hayley smiles as I get in the car. Hayley is wearing white jeans, a low v neck t-shirt, and heels. Hayley is about an inch taller than me, but she has light brown skin and every girl's dream stomach.

Hayley is only wearing a little bit of makeup, because she doesn't need any, but she says that she does. Hayley's eyes are the color of coffee after you put a little creamer in it. Hayley also has dark rich brown hair, but she dyed it electric purple. Why can't I be beautiful like her?

"Thanks," I say and give her a small smile.

You don't look nice.
She is only saying to be nice.

I sigh and buckle up as Hayley steps on the gas.

Music blasting, people dancing, red solo cups littering the floor. Derik actually has a pretty nice house. Hayley and I get out of her brother's car. The smell of alcohol hits me instantly.

"Yo Hayley!" Brett calls from across the lawn. Brett is one of Hayley's friends, I barely know him. Hayley smiles and runs over to him.

Great, now I have no idea what to do. The only person that I actually know, just left me alone at a party that I didn't want to come to. I sigh and look around, not knowing what to do.

"Looking for someone?" A guy's voice says behind me and I try not to jump. I turn around to face him. Tall, muscular, brown hair, and brown eyes. He was handsome no doubt, but not shockingly handsome. He's wearing a gray baggy t-shirt and blue jeans. "I'm Derik."

I smile shyly and feel the hear rising to my cheeks. "Amanda," I say a little loud, trying to speak over the music. 

"Well Amanda," he says and smiles. "Do you care to come inside and hang with me?"

No guy has ever wanted to chill with me. "Sure," I blurt out and smile like an idiot.

You absolutely positively suck. And not in a good way.
You actually think that this boy is into an ugly fuck like you? Ha ha! That's actually funny!
You probably are going to scare him away at the rate that you are going.

Derik smiles at me before leading me inside.