The Trouble-Makers (Alex Gaskarth Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

Going to this party I didn't expect much to happen.  I knew it'd be boring, and it'd suck for me, but I had to actually give Zack's friends a chance.  He really did like me, and I wanted to really like him back, but something was holding me back.  So I had to give them a chance. 

"Drink something, you hoe," Nicki laughed, handing me a beer.  Well, I guess I didn't have to give her a chance, I mean, she's known to be a back-stabber by the entire school.

"No, I'm good," I said, but Nicki still made me hold onto it.  The party tonight was of course at Kellin's house, part of the popular clique but cared about parties more than anything...well, so it seemed.  That's just what I gathered from him, I've never really talked with him before.  But I have heard him talk to other people who he didn't consider important, and just from that I didn't like him.

"God, don't be such a goody-goody, you need to actually have fun!" Nicki sat back against a counter.  Right now our group had wandered into Kellin's kitchen, where all the alcohol was supplied at. 

I rolled my eyes at that.  She was acting like I had never drank before, or partied for that matter.  But I wasn't going to say anything else to that comment.  I was still trying.

"Seriously, why is Zack dating you if you don't even know how to party," Nicki asked, her voice now dripping with venom.  I knew this side of her was going to come out eventually, because all she was acting like to me was her nicer form at school.

"Guess I'm just a lucky girl." I said through my teeth.  I was already fierce when it came to defending myself from people who constantly did this, but trying to hold it back was something I wasn't exactly used to.

"You must be good in the bed, then." She rolled her eyes, returning her attention to Kara who was standing beside her.  But that was the last straw, I couldn't be here anymore, not around them anyways.  I set the beer down and walked towards the front of the house.  Surprisingly, a lot of people showed up.  And, unfortunately, all of them were watching me; probably wondering why the quaterback's girlfriend was looking like she wanted to punch someone.

I threw the door open in front of me, walking off to the side where I sat down on the house's porch swing.  It wobbled at first but then steadied out.  There was no one outside, literally.  Not a soul in sight.  There was only cars parked everywhere in front of me, but all the people must be inside.  Enjoying the suck-y party.  I sighed, leaning against one of my hands.

"These parties suck, man," I heard a male voice say.  It sounded like it was coming from the makeshift parking lot.

"I know," someone replied, but his voice was closer.  Whoever it was they were coming this way.

"Then why are we going?"  The first person asked.

"Like that's even a question," I heard another voice say hostilely.  I knew that voice though, I heard it too much today to forget it.

"We'll just look around and stay for like an hour, and then we'll bail," the second voice said, but as soon as he said that the group came into view.