Reg runs outside to the car (a 1967 Chevy Impala. Not bad if I say so myself.) and Blondie and Tattoos step out.
"Kayla, we are going to a party not a funeral." Says Blondie. I was wearing a strapless dress, it was pretty odd for him to think that it was appropriate funeral clothing. So I just give him a look and hop in the car.
About 10 minutes later, we pull up to the U-20 dorms. "Here we are!" Screams Reg. As we walk up to the party, Reg and Blondie say "hi." to a few people. Tattoos just does the head nod thing.
We walk into the house and somebody tries to hand me a cup with Vodka....maybe? But before I could say 'no thanks' the mystery person who handed me the cup was gone. So I just set it on a random counter. I run to find Reg and I see her with people who also had weird colored hair and tattoos.
"There you are Kayla!!!" screams Reg. "I have been looking everywhere for you! I want to introduce you to my friends, MIndy, (a girl with cotton candy pink hair and only a few tattoos.) Ed, (a boy with ginger hair and a half-sleve of tattoos on his right arm.) and my bestest friend in the whole entire world, Julianna" ( a girl with long dark hair and tons of tattoos). Reg's words sounded a little bit slurred, we had just gotten there like five minutes ago. How was she already drunk? Weird.
Interrupting my train of thought, this tall boy with really curly hair and green eyes walks up. He didn't have any visible tattoos, as he was wearing a blazer with a white T-Shirt under it and skinny jeans so tight you could basically see his penis.
"What are you doing here?" The curly haired kid asks us. He has a really deep voice and an accent but, not the same as Blondie's. "We are here for the party." Says Ed. He also has an accent. It sounds kind of like curlys but not as deep. "Shut up ginger. I don't like you." Curly says rudely. "You said this party was for everyone." Says Niall. "Everyone but you. So GET OUT!!!" Says Curly coldly. "What are you going to do? Call the cops? because that is going to work out so well, Hazz." Says Ed. People started to crowd around when Ed said the word 'cops'. "First off don't call me that. Second, leave my party. People are starting to leave because you are here." Says Curly with a bit of sass.
"Whats happening Harry? Or should I say 'vas happening'?" Says this boy in a striped shirt, red pants and suspenders. This boy also had an ass the size of 500 suns. I turn back and look at Zayn and he looks pissed. I have absolutely no idea what they are talking about but, I just go with it.
"Is the Bradford Bad Boi still too depressed to talk?" Says the boy with the big bum. Zayn clenches his hands into fists when he hears that name. Weird. "Maybe he just doesn't speak to people who shop at Peasants-R-Us." Reg says sounding sober. The boy in the stripes gasps and turns to look at me.
"Oh look at what the cat dragged in." It was then when I realized he had an accent like everybody else but Niall. "Who are you?" He asks me. "Kayla." I say to him "Do you play foot- I mean soccer?" He asks. "Yeah." I say "What age group are you in?" he asks. "U-19." I reply. "Aaahh I see. So you are what....18? And you are at a party with alcohol?" He asks. I can hear Curly giggle in the back. "Well you're...19? 20? and you are serving alcohol to minors?" I say with a hint of sass. Curly stopped giggling. "Listen bitch, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but this is my party and I can do whatever the fuck I want to. Ok?" I just kind of shrug and say "Whatever." "Come on Harry, they are not worth our time." Says the one with the big ass.
"Who are they?" I ask after they leave and the crowd starts to disappear. "Trouble." Says Ed walking out the door.
