sext [c.h]

3 • arrival

Allie:

Attempting to drive with a GPS constantly shouting at you is harder than you think. Personally, I think I'm a shit driver yet whoever the hell was in the car with me thought I wasn't. She even said that she wishes that, "Children would drive like me." And so on.

But i think she'll regret it.

Because here I am, swerving on a one-lane road, trying to figure out when 2.5 miles is coming up. Plus, ducks keep waddling across the street like they own the place when in reality I could hit them illegally and bring some raw meat to the party. 

Turn right at the nearest light.

"Hey, that rhymes! You got bars GPS lady." I say, turning up my radio. Just my luck, Shake It Off comes on.

The haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate but I'm just gonna shake shake shake shake shake... shake it off! Sha-

I turn the radio station due to the fact that I'm not just going to "shake it off."

It's been a long day, without you my friend. And I'll tell you all about it when I-

No. Hell no.

She my trap q-

I sigh as I plug in my aux cord at a stoplight, attempting to turn right at the same time. I press shuffle and squeal as Panic! at the Disco comes on.

At the next left, you should see your destination.

Well I'm not blind so I do indeed hope I see it. Turning left into a big neighborhood, the street is crowded. I end up having to park in a completely different subdivision and walk to the house (which is as huge as the dinosaur from Jurassic World).

"Welcome, may I take your bag?" An old man in a tux asks as he stands beside the door.

"I have condoms in here and I'm not ready to get pregnant, so no." I respond. A chuckle comes from behind me and I turn around, revealing a boy that's a bit taller than me with caramel skin and black hair.

"Intoxicated already?" I ask

"No, I just found that joke funny." He responds, a British accent coming out in his voice. "I'm Zayn, nice to meet you." He reaches his hand out but I roll my eyes and step into the house. If it were empty, I imagine it looking rich and covered in white and gold. But since it's not, there are drunk teenagers grinding against each other with drinks spilling from their cups.

Because of instinct, I head to the kitchen, bumping into a couple of mindless people on the way. Turns out there are barely any people in there, just two guys with tattoos talking while another boy vomits in the trash can.

"Want a cupcake?" A girl comes up from behind me and asks. I look down at the silver tray she's holding which has little desserts on it, mainly cupcakes that look like flowers though. 

"I saw Percy Jackson, nothing good comes form flower desserts!" I yell over the music. The girl shrugs and moves on and I'm left with one question stuck in my head:

What the hell did I get myself into?