When we got home from school, I rushed up to my room and started on my homework, which took most of my time. When I finish with that I see that it's almost 7. SO, I get my stuff ready for school tomorrow and take a hot shower. When I get out, I put on a black mini skirt, a black long sleeved shirt, see through black tights with black dots on them, black ankle socks to go over them, a light blue jean jacket, and dark red ankle heels with the laces. I tie them up fast and grab a white scarf. I comb my hair but leave it down in a wavy waterfall.
I put on some chap stick, deodorant, lotion, and perfume. I'm a very hygienic person if you didn't know already.
when I'm finished, I get my stuff ready for the sleepover. A pair of pajamas, day clothes, lotion, toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, rubber bands, chap stick, and probably some other stuff I put in there without knowing. I take my bag downstairs and get a few things from the kitchen like cracker chips, popcorn bags, liters of soda, and pickles. no, I think I'll eat those now.
I sit down and crack open the jar and start eating.
"Lena, are you ready," Jackson calls, then appears in the kitchen.
When he sees me, he shakes his head and sighs.
"I hid those pickles so you wouldn't eat them all this time," he says and takes the jar away from me.
"But I only had, like, five," I say and reach for them.
"Exactly," he says and puts them back in the fridge.
He holds my jaw and sprays some stuff in my mouth. I cough and pull away.
"What the hell was that," I ask.
"Breath spray, you need that minty breath for the party," he says, but then thinks for a second, "actually, your pickle breath will be fine."
"What, are you worried I'll be making out with some guy," I ask, poking his arm.
"Yes, I don't want some guy's hands all over my little sister," he says.
I roll my eyes, "can we just go," I groan and start out the door.
We both get in the car and make our way to the party. It doesn't really take that long to get there, we live in the same neighborhood.
The house looks normal, no one's out on the lawn puking their brains out, you can only hear the muffled music.
We get out of the car and go to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. And when someone does, it's a very drunk guy with messed up hair and a red solo cup in his hand.
"Jackson, you made it," he says and they do some bro hand shake thing, "and you brought Lena, awesome."
He shoots me a smirk and checks me out.
"You better not try anything," Jackson threatens as we stepped inside.
There are lots of people here. The music is practically shaking everything. People are stumbling around and dancing; even the latter.
"Try to have fun," Jackson says.
"I'm not as stuck up as you think," I say.
He gives me a look, then disappears, but as soon as he leaves a guy comes up to me.
"Hey, what's your name," the guy asks.
I give him a once over. Blond hair, brown eyes, tan skin. He's wearing cargo shorts and a blue no-sleeve hoodie/shirt. He's a real looker. I look up at him and smile.
"Lena," I say, not giving him my last name.
"Lena," he repeats, "can I get you a drink?"
"Sure," I smirk.
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Lena Whittemore
FanfictionLena Whittemore is a high school girl with the perfect grades and house. She soon learns some stuff about her friends that she wishes they'd kept to themselves. She gets dragged so deep inside their world that she starts to play a role. She learns m...
