Blood Lines

Chapter 1. The Party

   The sidewalk was wet from the current light and cold rain. My dark purple heels clicked against the concrete and splattering some puddles along the way. My white painted toes are numb from the cold water and cool breeze of early spring.

I held my arms to my chest to try to keep my body temperature from going down. I can't believe I left my jacket at the party. I checked my purse for my phone to call my mom, I don't care if I get in trouble, I just want to go home. I have no clue where Katie went. Probably drunk as hell, not knowing where the hell she is. I hope Tom is responsible enough to take care of her.

"Where the fuck is it?" I mumbled to myself. Oh no...I left it in Katie's car. Shoot. I shouldn't have agreed to go to that stupid party.

*Earlier*

"Oh please, please come to the party with me, Izzy. It'll be so much fun!" Katie is my best friend. Ever since I moved here from New Jersey, we've always hung around each other and we hit it off. Katie is the most blondest of blondes. Her blue eyes have always made me hate my brown ones. Katie used to be so quiet and chill and we would always talk about books we've read or are reading. Things changed once she met her boyfriend, Tom, (who is a college student) she has been crazy. He introduced her to parties that involved drugs and alcohol, something I never would have thought she would get involved with. He talked her into getting tattoos and piercings. Her grades have dropped and she just seems different. I never see her much anymore. She spends all of her time with Tom now so I don't hang around her much anymore. He doesn't like me. He hides it when Katie is around of course. I don't tell her anything, I don't want to ruin her happiness and all.

"I don't know Katie, parties aren't really my thing. You know that. Besides. I've started reading To Kill A-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know To Kill A Mockingbird. You've read it a thousand times. C'mon Izz. Let's just go to the party!" I closed my locker after grabbing my Literature book. Katie is always trying to have me go to these parties with her and her boyfriend. I hate going to parties. I'm not much of a people person. I'm an introvert but once you get to know me I may seem like an extrovert. People are rude and I can never seem to have much in common with most people. I'm not "hip". I'm not updated on all things Kim Kardashian or Beyoncé. I, personally, don't care, either.

"Even if I wanted to go, I have nothing to wear." We walked down the hall to go to our first period classes.

"Well that's because your closet consists of sweatshirts, hoodies, and leggings. You can come over to my house and you can borrow something of mine. I can even give you a makeover! I've always wanted to see what you looked like with makeup on." Katie seems even more excited now.

I inwardly rolled my eyes at her. I hate makeup. I hate heels. I hate those tight dresses. No, that's not me. I prefer to lay in my bed in a t-shirt and read with my stuffed giraffe.

Maybe it's time to try something new for once. I could try to have some fun. Just go to Katie's and try this new look. I might learn to like it. I could go to this party, maybe try dancing. Just no alcohol or drugs. I don't want to do something stupid, like getting arrested for stripping in the middle of the street. If I do go, I'll need to eat a lot before I go over just in case someone decides to spike the beverages.

"Okay, fine. I'll go. Whatever works. Just don't make me look like a hoe, please." I gave her a pleading look. Katie's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her jaw dropped as she looked at me with disbelief. She squealed and jumped up and down causing everyone to look our way in the hallway.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so excited! Thank you so much, Izzy! Don't worry. I'll make you look and feel like a goddess." She gave me a quick wink before we parted ways walking into our first period classes. I took a deep breath and continued to walk to my Lit class. Mr. B is my teacher; he doesn't like being called by his actual name so we call him Mr. B.