In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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I lay on my mattress- it was around 9 pm- and with nothing better to do, I was just staring at the wall. I was buried in my own comforting solidarity and predictability. I was tired always tired, often having trouble sleeping, but never did I do anything that could make me tired. Maybe that was it. I wasn't exhausting myself enough.
Maybe I can try something new tonight. What was that Thomas boy talking about earlier? A party at someone's house? I guess I wouldn't mind a drink.
I looked back at the digital numbers on the clock, I rolled from my spot on the bed and I grabbed my comforter, folding it along with three other blankets.
I pulled a pair of faded blue jeans up, rolling up the cuffs on my short legs. I zipped up a pair of my favorite maroon suede ankle boots Sadie sent me after I moved. The heels gave me an extra 3 inches, making me about 5'3. I decided when paired with the oversized beige sweater I was already wearing, my outfit wasn't half bad.
I grabbed my keys, threw my purse across my shoulders, picked up the stack of blankets, and walk out of the dorm to my car.
I made up my mind.
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Earlier that day, I heard Thomas, a boy in one of my classes, talking about a party on the other side of town. He was complaining it would be held by one of the better know students of the university. I didn't see anything too special about him so never bothered learning his name, but he seemed to attract a lot of attention.
I didn't know exactly who the boy throwing the party was but I knew of him and where his house was. I gave a girl in one of my classes a ride there and back before so it wasn't too hard to retrace my steps to the house.
I had never been a party person. All the horny boys looking to get a leg over, amplified by booze, were definitely not my thing. Beer, however, or more generally, alcohol, wasn't all that bad. That was something that could definitely be my thing.
I walked up the porch, the door was open, music spilling out of every crevice. I was already beginning to lose the sense of determination I had when I left the comfort of my dorm.
The twenty-year old's party lured what looked like over a hundred people. They all seemed to be of his year, Juniors, and apparently, that intimidated Thomas, which I found quite amusing, but right now it is perfect for me.
There were people dancing and drinking and lounging around, many already seemed drunk. Keeping my head down, I walked towards where I figured the kitchen was. Towards the drinks.
I stumbled when a girl ran into me but I caught myself on the wall. Unlucky for me, the boy leaning against the wall reached out an arm to steady me. His hand brushed my boob in the process, and judging by the quick flash in his eyes, he hadn't meant to do anything but catch me.
