And Who Are You? e.d.

"No, no, I don't do parties." -3

I finally get home, and go straight to my room to avoid any contact with my mother. I go on my laptop and watch Criminal Minds on Netflix. After about an hour or two, I feel my phone vibrating. I check it to see I'm getting a call over snapchat from Lexi.
"Hey?" I answer.
"Okay, I know it's your first day and everything but we have a proposition for you."
"We?" I sit straight up.
I hear a chuckle in the background and then a few yelled 'heys'. "We've decided that if you wanna be our friend, you have to go somewhere with us."
I laugh, "Okay, where?"
"A party!" I hear Sydney yell.
"No, no, I don't do parties." I quickly say.
"Well looks like soooooomeone isn't our friend anymoooooore." She says in a singsong voice.
I sit there and contemplate. I know they're joking, but part of me feels that if I go tonight, I'll be opened to a bunch of new things. I need to break out of my comfort shell.
I hear something break or shatter in the other room from being thrown and then a bunch of crying, so that makes up my decision.
"Pick me up in two hours." I say.
They all hoot and holler, then I give them my address and hang up. I walk over to the bathroom to start to get ready.

An hour and a half later, I look like a completely different person. I haven't worn makeup since last school year which was about 7 months ago. And this, this is more makeup than I've worn even then. I'm tempted to take it all off and go how I went to school, but decide that I need to do this. I leave my hair in its natural state, very curly. I walk over to my closet but realize most of my clothes are still in boxes. I dump them all out on the ground and pick up a pair of burgundy skinny jeans along with a white long sleeve flowy shirt. I grab a pair of brown cork wedges and change into the outfit. I decide to add a necklace for decorative purposes. I hear a honk outside but then scrunch up my face, knowing my mother heard it. I slowly walk out of my room and down the stairs, but then am greeted by her standing by the door.
"Zoë, you look..." She looks me up and down, slurring her words, obviously drunk.
"Thanks, I have to go."
"Where are you going? Leaving me here alone too?" She looks like she's gonna cry.
"Just a party, I'll be back later." With that I walk out the door and as quick as I can to the car.
I get inside and all three girls jaws are basically on the floor. I chuckle lightly and then tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and look at the ground.
"Zoë, holy shit." Peyton says.
"Girl, you clean up NICE." Sydney laughs and looks forward.
"Thanks, you guys." I say quietly.
A few minutes later, we arrive at a house that doesn't seem to have a party inside. We get out of the car and the closer I walk to the house, the louder the music and yelling from inside gets. I almost turn around and run home. Sydney notices my hesitancy.
"You okay?" She stops.
"Yeah, fine. Just weird being to a party." I shake my head.
"You'll do fine if you talk." She winks.
Great, so basically I'll do horrible?
I follow the rest of the girls inside. When I first walk in, I'm greeted to loud music and people dancing on each other. Well actually, I wouldn't call it dancing, more like sex on the dance floor. Peyton grabs my hand and we walk over to a group of people sitting in a circle. One of which, I recognize as Ethan. And maybe Julia, but it's dark. Peyton sits in the ring of people and gestures for me to sit down. I shake my head no but she insists so I sit.
"Alright so do we have our players?" Ethan says.
I whip my head towards him and my eyes widen as we make eye contact. He smirks and I turn my head towards Peyton.
"Players?" I ask her.
She shushes me and then Ethan talks again. "Truth or dare is what we'll be playing."
I zone out after the first few dares, most of them being immature kissing or taking shirts off. It then becomes Ethan's turn.
"You, blondie. What's your name?"
I look up and point at myself.
"Yes you." He rolls his eyes.
"Um, uh, Zoë." I say quietly.
"Well Zoë, truth or dare?"
I hear people around me talking, "she won't say dare, she's a priss." "She's too shy, no way she'll say dare."
I hold my head up high, "Dare."
A few people gasp and Peyton looks at me with her mouth open.
He takes a cup and pours a bottle of clear stuff into it. "Chug this."
"I don't drink." I wave it off.
"It's a dare, you have to." He puts the cup in my face. I take a whiff and it burns the insides of my nose. I slowly take the cup and put it to my lips. I throw it back and take it all in two gulps. It burns my throat and I feel like I'm going to throw up.
"Was that your first time drinking?" Julia asks with a sneer.
"Um, yeah." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.
"You'll be feeling it soon then, sweetheart." Ethan winks.
Peyton nudges my shoulder indicating it's my turn.
"Um, Julia, uh, truth or dare?" I stutter.
"Dare." She sits up proudly.
"Uh, find someone to kiss?" I shrug.
She gets up with a smile and a few seconds later returns with Grayson and full out makes out with him for like 5 seconds before people start calling out and giving them a hard time.
A few dares and truths go around and then it hits Julia.
"Zoë, truth or dare?"
You can't be serious.
"Um, truth."
She smirks. "Is it true that you wanna fuck Ethan?"
My face heats up. "I, uh, what, um"
"Wait, you're a virgin, aren't you?" Julia presses.
I feel my eyes start to water so I jump up and basically run out of the room. Somehow I found the kitchen and found some more alcohol. The buzz I started to feel is starting to whither away, so I take a brown drink and chug some of it like the other one.
I walk out of the room and a few minutes later I'm starting to stumble around. Hey, maybe alcohol isn't too bad. I go into the room with all the dancing and I kinda just do my own thing. After a while, a few girls start to follow what I'm doing instead of "grinding". It basically looks like a middle school dance but most of us are so drunk we don't even care. We make it through a few songs before I feel my stomach start to turn. I run out of the room and ask someone where the bathroom is. They point upstairs and I run in that direction. Luckily, the first door I open is the bathroom and it's not occupied. I make it to the toilet before puking my brains out. I am never drinking again, I tell myself. I finish and stand up. I look in the mirror to make sure I look fine. Aside from my eyeliner being a little smeared, I look how I did when I arrived. Except maybe a little drunk.
I walk out of the room and decide that I need a break from the party. I check a few bedrooms, most of them 'occupied', before I finally find one that's empty. I sit on the bed but the next thing I know I'm laying down and my eyes are shutting without hesitation. I wake up however much longer to some pressure on my body. I open my eyes and see a guy that's I've never met before trying to take off my top while straddling me.
"Hey, no, get off." I mumble, too drunk to yell.
He tries to shush me and begins to unbutton my pants. That's when my reflexes finally kick in and I start to try to writhe away from him. I try to push and hit him but then he pins down my arms.
"I wouldn't to that if I were you, honey."
I finally get my voice back and I begin to scream for help. After a few seconds, I hear someone open the door.
"Derek, get the fuck off her." I turn to see Ethan at the door.
"Dude, we're just having some fuuuuuuuun." He slurs his last word.
"I'm warning you, if you don't get off of her right now-"
Derek cuts him off, "then what E?"
Ethan just stands there, balling his fists up.
"Thought so." Derek leans down to try to kiss me.
What happens next came in flashes. It was almost like a slow motion play by play. Ethan runs at Derek, attacking him like a linebacker in football. Ethan picks him up from the floor and pins him to the wall and punches him in the face countless times before I realize what's happening. I run over to Ethan and I grab his shoulder.
"Ethan stop, you're gonna seriously hurt him!"
He stops with his fist in midair, about to come down with another punch. He looks straight at me for at least 10 seconds before letting go of the guys shirt and backing away. He looks at the ground for a second.
"Are you okay?" He says in a soft voice, still looking at the ground.
I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, "Um, yeah, thank you." I say, quietly.
His mood shifts quickly. "Well now you better stop drinking, and don't you dare tell anyone what just happened. Matter of fact, you're going home." He walks over and grabs my hand.
I try to take a step but then stumble and nearly fall to the floor.
"Goddamnit," I hear him whisper.
And just like that, he scoops me up bridal style and carries me down the stairs. A few people stare but most are too drunk to understand.
"Why, why don't you smell like alcohol?" I whisper.
He continues to look forward, "I don't drink."
I chuckle, yeah sure, he doesn't drink.
"You need to get your friend home." He says and I realized we've stopped. "Where's your car?" I turn my head and see Peyton.
"Um, here. Can you take her? I'm a little too drunk to drive." She hands him her keys.
"God, fuck- alright." He carries me outside and I look up at the stars.
They're almost as beautiful as him. Zoë shut up, you can't be thinking this kind of stuff. He lays me down in the back seat and then we pull away from the alcohol filled house. I drift off but then am awoken to Ethan picking me up again.
I try to get out of his arms when I see that we're at my house.
"No, no, no you can't go inside."
"Zoë hush, I'm carrying you until you're in bed." He says in a stern voice.
"No.. You don't understand.." I say almost dozing off again.
He opens the door quietly and carries me up the stairs. "Which door?"
"First.." I whisper, barely awake enough to talk.
He opens the door and puts me in my bed, covering me up with my blanket.
He begins to leave my room when we both hear something glass like break in the room next to us, followed by crying and yelling from my mother.
He comes back to my side. "I understand now. Are you gonna be okay here?"
I barely nod and he nods. He bends over and tucks my hair behind my ear. He then goes over to my window, and sneaks out of my room back to the car to return to that treacherous party.