Scream [COMPLETE]

1: Wrong Number

Jordan's POV

Looking around, there was a bunch of drunk people everywhere. All they were during was drinking even more beer. Why did I come again?

"This party will be extremely fun! Come with me? Please? The others refuse because there will be beer. Lame huh? Now come on..."

Oh yeah... he wanted to go, but not alone. Him...

I wasn't sure where he went, but he has to be around here somewhere. Lucas Hemmings... I swear...

I placed my glass down on a coaster, then looked around for Luke. I wasn't going to go back for my drink either. It was either going to be knocked over, puked in, or someone else will drink out of it. Plus, it's just water. I can get water out of a hose outside.

Shoving my way through a crowd of people, I spotted Luke. That dummy. He was binge drinking again. That boy was definitely drunk by now. There was about seven empty beer bottles on the floor. What was he thinking?

"Chug Luke! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" A random girl shouted. Of course... he fell for the pretty girl. Ooo... that boy. That's the average popular boy. I swear...

"Lucas! Luke! Lucas Hemmings!" I shouted, finally getting his attention. He took the tube filled with beer out of his mouth and looked at me. Yep, he had the smell of alcohol on him. Definitely drunk...

"Hey Jordie! I missed you! Wanna drink some? It has the burning capacity of a thousand suns, but it tastes like magic! Look at me? I look amazing! Drink it! Drink! Drink! Dink! Mink! Wait, what was I saying?" Luke slurred with his words. Why is he so much smarter as a drunk?

"Come Luke, I am going to take you home. You really need it. Blondie doesn't need alcohol poisoning at fifteen." I spoke in his ear, trying to drag him away. Freshmen, why are they stupider than the seniors.

Just as I thought that, there were a couple senior sticking pickles up their noses, then saying they were worms. I take that last statement back. No one can be stupider than the seniors.

"Jordie... I don't wanna go home. It involves my mother. Mommy hates drunks, so she will hate to she see you. Please don't take me home." Luke begged. Last time I checked, he was the drunk one. I have not drank at all. I have only drank once in my life, and beer is the worse beverage ever. Gross.

"You can stay a little longer if you promise not to drink anymore. That means nothing but water, juice, or soda. Got it?" I asked him. He just nodded then hugged me. No, no... Not human contact... "Let go you little slob!"

As soon as Luke let go, I shoved him off to the side. He smelled of alcohol, and it was gross.

Since he was staying, I might as well stay as well to make sure nothing else goes wrong. So I just sat outside on the patio and watched people swim in the pool. There might be a couple drunks swimming as well. If they drown, they will never swim again. That's a guarantee.

I heard the phone ring in the house, and everyone was too drunk to noticed. I had no idea of who it could be. This isn't my house, so it would be a complete stranger.

But as time went by, the phone still rang. Call after call. But I still refused to answer it.

To distract myself, I grabbed a bathing suit to go swim. Don't have a pool at my house, so might as well enjoy it, right?

The bathing suit had puppies and kittens on it, which was fine, but the actual color of it was pink. The worse color ever. Hate it so much. But changing was the worse part of it. There was no where to even change at!

Every bedroom was occupied, along with all the bathrooms as well. So guess where I had to change.

Behind a bush.