I finish pulling on my shoes and do a small twirl in the mirror. Perfect. Even though I can't stand Hannah, Xander throws amazing parties, and it'll be fun to see her angry when I walk in.
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I yell downstairs for my friend Calum.
"PLEASE COME LOOK AT MY OUTFIT I NEED APPROVAL!"
He runs upstairs into my room, already dressed and looking perfect as he always does.
"Looks good. Ready to go?" he asks.
I nod and we walk back downstairs, locking the front door behind us and getting in his car. Cal starts the car and the radio turns on, playing Sorry.
"NOT IN MY CAR! NOT TODAY SATAN!" He yells, turning the dial quickly and landing on some old jazz station. "Even this is better than Justin Bieber."
I laugh. "Calm down, damn. Gimme the cord."
"No, this is my car!" He shifts in his seat and pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Use my phone."
"We listen to the same music, does it actually matter?"
"Yes." He says, as serious as possible. I roll my eyes and take the phone, typing in his password and plugging the AUX cord in. After scrolling through his Spotify a little, I tap the new album by The 1975.
"I didn't think you would have this on your playlist," I say, a little surprised.
"I know you like them, and I kinda trust you." He answers. Well, okay.
We make it to the party in about 15 minutes, and there's already cars lining the street. I can't wait to see Hannah's face when I walk in.
I step out of the car and run a hand through my hair, then check my lipstick with my front camera. If being here doesn't piss her off, looking better than her sure will. I walk up the front pathway and let myself in, and immediately the sound of loud pop music, the smell of alcohol and too much cologne overwhelms me.
I feel a hand on my back and I know it's Calum, trying to guide me to find a quieter place and avoid getting shoved out the door by people dancing and grinding.
"Thanks, Cal," I practically yell, and he just nods, not even willing to try to yell over all the noise.
I can tell Hannah sees me walk in, because we quickly lock eyes for a second before she turns away to shout at Xander, probably for inviting us.
I see a few familiar faces, Morgan, Xander, and whoever Morgan's tall blonde guy friend is, but it's mostly just people from school and who knows where else.
I grab a cup of something from a dining room table that's being converted to a beer pong court and take a sip. Oh god, ew. But maybe it'll loosen me up.
30 minutes into the party, I've downed 3 cups of the random drink, and the room is already spinning a bit. All I can focus on is Hannah giving me the death stare from the other side of the room. This is going to be a fun night.
a/n:
hi! I'm the third cowriter of the story, Gracie. (find my writing on @badlands-lrh )
enjoy the story! I'm kind of anxious to see where this goes, because we don't really talk before we write, we just do it.
