Freedom -On Hold

Freedom Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Sure, going to a party isn't a big deal, but honestly, I felt like I was about to compete in the Olympics. It was pretty pathetic actually, getting so nervous about going to a party. I didn't have anything to be nervous about, it was completely pointless. 

I sat on my bed, hunched over my laptop, randomly drumming on the keys. I just needed to find something to keep me occupied so that the stupid nervousness wouldn't take over my system. 

At my bedside table, my phone buzzed making my practically throw my laptop of my lap. I held my phone to my face. Natalie Hereson flashed up on the screen.

I swiped the answer button and put the phone to my ear. "What,"

Natalie's screeching made my ears ring. "Talia. Is it just me, or did you forget to tell me that you were going to Cynthia's party?"

"No, I didn't forget." I leaned back on my pillows. "I just didn't tell you."

She gasped. "You're going to Cynthia's party? As in, Cynthia Dragon?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Drago. It's French or something."

She scoffed. "Does it matter? I thought you hated Cynthia!"

Running my hands through my hair, I sighed. "I do,"

"Then why the hell are you going to her party?"

At first, I didn't want to tell her because she would have made a big deal about it, but it was just too much work to come up with a believable excuse. 

"Tyler invited me." 

Natalie let out a string of random noises. "Tyler?"

"Yeah."

"Why? You like him, don't you?" 

"No! I'm just being nice and welcoming him into the school." Even then, I knew I was lying.

"By welcoming him into school, do you mean welcoming him into your panties?" 

"Natalie!"

"What? It's true! Be sure to be safe!" She howled with laughter and hung up on me. 

I scowled, staring down at my phone. 

Well, that certainly took my mind of my nervousness. 

I glanced at my clock; 5:45. Time to get ready.

You may think that an hour and 15 minutes is lots of time to get dressed, but by the time the doorbell rang, I had just put on my jeans. 

"Tah!" Lana screamed from downstairs. "Your date's here!"

I blushed so hard, my eyes stung. "I will HURT you, Lana!"

I heard her snicker. "Love you, too!"

I slid my shirt over my head and put on my shoes. Picking up my purse, I pushed open the door. 

As I walked down the stairs, Lana made a face at me. "Where is your makeup?"

"I don't need any," I waved at Tyler, who stood in the doorway.

He waved back at me and glanced over at Lana for a second. 

She rolled her eyes. "Everybody needs makeup, my poor naive baby sister."

"Well, too bad." I walked over to Tyler. "Tell mom and dad we'll be back by midnight."

"You better!" She yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Tyler. "12:01 and I'll get the hounds on you, boy!"