Her

Chapter 3: I'll Put You In A Coma You Won't Wake Up From

I didn't knock when I got to Alex's house. We had both stopped knocking after our first few years of friendship. 

"Alex! Hey, I came to help you set up. I brought tortilla chips with salsa!" I had, in case people got hungry. Not everyone just got drunk and did provocative things in spare bedrooms. I, however, was entirely guilty of doing that every time. I didn't plan on doing it that time. 

"I'm in the living room!" I heard him call back. He had three. How was I supposed to know which one? I followed the sound of his voice, assuming it was the first or else I wouldn't have heard him. I was right.

He looked at me and grinned, pushing a strand of black hair off of his forehead. "This is going to be the best one ever, because literally everyone is coming. " His bright green eyes were shining. 

My blue ones were holding a challenge. "Everyone?" I set the tortilla chips and salsa on a coffee table. 

"Everyone." He grinned mischievously, clasping his hands together. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you know anyone named Myra?" 

I had to ask. I had to know about her. Alex knew the name and at least a little bit about everyone in the school. I could count on him.

He looked confused before asking, "Myra Evans?" 

"I don't know her last name. That might be her." I took some of the drinks in his hands from him, and walked them to his bar. His parents literally had a room dedicated to being a mini bar, with everything a bar had. They, however, had no idea that he used it. 

They were gone on vacation, on their nineteenth anniversary. They were going to be gone all week. 

"Uh..." he put a hand up to his shoulder, "yea high. Brown hair, brown eyes." he looked up in thought. "Doesn't really fit into any social status. She's average I guess. She used to be friends with Amy." 

"That's her." I smiled, knowing I could always count on him. And that I didn't have to lie about anything to him. 

"Why, do you want to date her or something? I don't think she's really your type." He raised his eyebrows. "If you do, she's coming tonight. I heard that her friend forced her to come. Saying that she needed more social interaction or something." 

He fell back into a bean bag chair and looked up at me. 

"Oh, no. It's not like that. I just had a run-in with her in the library. She told me her name was Myra, and she apparently knows everything about me."

"Ooh stalker. Does she want to date you?" he casually stretched an arm out, the other lying on his chest. I sat in the bean bag chair opposite him. 

I laughed at the thought of her ever wanting to date me. I was sure she hated me. "No. I doubt that. She spoke everything about me like it was poison or something. She doesn't know me, she shouldn't judge me." I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling that seemed to go on forever. 

"Well, I mean, if you said she knows everything about you, then she technically does know you. Just not personally. She doesn't have room to judge, though."

I groaned and sat up. "Distract me. I don't want to think about her. She's just one person. It doesn't matter if she hates me." 

He looked uncertain, but nodded. "Okay. The party starts in like, three hours. We can play video games or watch a movie or something." 

Movie. A movie was good. "Let's watch a movie."

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People were everywhere, doing things you couldn't imagine. Or maybe you could, but that's for your mind. I wanted out, away from everyone but I couldn't leave because if I left everyone else would too. I'm not exaggerating. Alex wouldn't have been too happy if his party suddenly quit.