We're Still Nerds

19~ Your Typical High School Party

Chaos. 

     Is there really any better word to describe a house filled with teenagers dancing to pop music way too loud, breaking things, screaming at each other, getting into fights, and making out in the corner, all while wearing Halloween costumes? 

           Well, there is one other word; more like three. Highschool Costume Party. 

            I had lost Reagan in the crowd about an hour ago. I was curled up on the couch next to Tinsley- she showed up about the same time Reagan disappeared- who refused to dance to pop music. She was currently dressed as Merida from Brave, her hair curled into corkscrews and a child's bow laying on the seat next to her. She was pouting, her lip sticking out as she watched the dancers. 

             "Why don't you just go dance?" I questioned her in exasperation. 

              "Why don't you just go dance?" She responded. "I don't like dancing," I answered. "Well, I don't like dancing to crappy music," she snapped. Then, she took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Sorry, that was mean. Why don't I go get us drinks? Soda, I mean," she added hastily. "Not alcohol." I nodded. "Sure." Tinsley stood up in response, and with a whirl of red curls, she disappeared into the crowd. 

                   I sighed and pulled my feet underneath me. My satin dress fanned out around me, and I ran my fingers along the material to busy myself. The music switched up, and One Direction music began to play. Half the crowd cheered, while the other half groaned. Even so, everyone continued to dance. I spotted Shaun in the crowd, talking to some of his friends- faraway friends, ones that I didn't know. Sometimes events like these have to remind me how popular Shaun is, despite all the time he spends with me. 

                I spotted Emma first, from the glint of blonde hair that reflected the orange lighting. She was wearing a tight black, long sleeved dress with a pair of cat ears, winged eyeliner, and whiskers drawn on her cheeks. her arm was stretched out, and it was only when a girl dressed in a minnie mouse costume moved aside that I saw the hand intwined in hers. The hand was connected to a dark haired boy in a black button-down shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. At one time, he would've come dressed in a full superhero suit.

                   Aidan.

                   Never had I thought that he would show up... or bring his girlfriend. Emma began to dance with the rest of the crowd, guiding his hand to spin her around. She moved forward to whisper something in his ear. I saw the way his body began to turn in my direction, so I sprung to my feet and ducked out of the way just as his eyes swiveled over to where I had been sitting. Aidan hadn't seen me. Panicked, I moved through the crowd until I nearly ran into Tinsley, heading in the opposite direction. 

                      "Whoa. You nearly made me spill your drinks!" She handed me a red solo cup filled with cola, grinning. "Where were you going?" Then, she looked up at my face, and her own creased with worry. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" 

                      "Who invited Aidan?" I asked. She frowned. "Reagan did. She thought you guys were friends. I thought you guys were friends. Are you not?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her through the crowd with me, towards the foyer. As I pulled her up the staircase, she repeated the question. "It's complicated, okay? I just- I can't see him right now." I pulled her into Reagans room, where I sat down on the bed and clutched my elbows. 

                       "You're avoiding him," Tinsley remarked. I looked down, my brown hair falling into my eyes. "Why are you avoiding him? Something must've happened that you didn't tell anyone about. Did you guys get into a fight? Did you say something stupid? You know you do that sometimes." When I glared at her, Tinsley leaned forward, her eyes alight with excitement. "Did he confess his eternal love for you?"