The Homecoming Agenda

step seven; don't go to a prep party

step seven; don't go to a prep party

On Friday night at 10:55, the Lynn home was occupied with hundreds of hormonal teenagers filing in and out of the house while simultaneously sloppily holding red plastic cups full of beer or whatever else they could get their hands onto. Couples were stationed in corners, oblivious to the world with the other in their arms. Girls crowded around in circles, making drunk idiots of themselves while intoxicated guys watched on, enjoying the view when and if a girl’s top fell too far down her chest. The music drowned out the hearing of anyone’s conversation, but no one seemed to care. No one was doing much talking anyway.

            I sidestepped a bimbo blonde that had made her way onto the floor, and was now laughing hysterically and crawling around, while some boys laughed at her to the side. I had lost Jen and Vena a few minutes ago.

            I searched the living room for them for a while with no luck. I figured I would just wait for them to find me instead. Taking a place on the wall – the only available place to stand – I took out my phone and pretended to be doing something important. Obviously, I have no experience with parties, or people for that matter.

            Earlier today, when I had called Andrew out, I expected a not so subtle hint that maybe I shouldn’t come to the party after all. But when I saw Matt again he laughed and told me it was ‘so fucking funny, dude’. I guess it doesn’t take much for a stoner to laugh these days.

Jen, Vena, and I had driven here together. Matt had said he would pick me up, but I declined. I hadn’t seen him yet either. We had only arrived at the party about twenty minutes ago. And already I was alone.

Maybe I should find Matt. Or Jen and Vena, whatever.

I don’t know what I was expecting of a high school party, but this was a little tamer than I had figured. Besides the noise problem, it wasn’t such a big deal. Jason was seemingly not the party kind of guy though. Whenever I saw him around school, he was always wearing a polo shirt or a sweater with khakis and talking to other guys that looked like they belonged to some fancy country club. If this was a Matt and Andrew style party, I could only assume that ¾ of the teens would be higher than all hell be now. And the other ¼ would be well on their way there too.

            I pushed myself off the wall and went back into the kitchen. The girl from the floor had since gotten up and was now hanging on one of the boys that had been crowded around her earlier. Maybe if I'm lucky she’ll be crowned the new slut of the school. I’ll gladly give up the crown to a more deserving girl. She seemed like she would enjoy the title. More than me anyway.

            Weaving through the crowd into a more open part of the kitchen, I could make out Matt’s lightly curled blonde hair from behind.

            The kitchen was filled with people raiding the fridge and wherever else they could to get their hands on another drink. Someone had just brought out a bottle of vodka, and a couple of people gathered around. On my way over to Matt, I stopped at the center island counter to knock over a drink that consequently landed on some girls lap. I left the scene before I could see her reaction.

            As I approached Matt, I realized he was talking to someone. And it didn’t take me long to figure out that it was the same girl who had told me the other day I was an idiot for going out with him. But here she was with her hand on his shoulder acting like an innocent little slut.

            What a bitch, she was obviously just doing this to fuck with me. She’s never talked to him in her entire life before now. Well two can play at that game, whore.