Later that day we decided to go out. Not really knowing where we were going to. Everybody rode with me. Morgan sat up front and turned the radio to a country station. Next thing we knew Florida Georgia Line came on it was Party People. My song!
"Hey hey hey where my party people?!" I started singing. Stiles said
"Here we go again. Put me out of my misery."
"What was that sing louder?" I said laughing.
"You know you love our singing Stiles!" Morgan said.
He didn't say anything. Morgan turned the radio down. She said enthusiastically
"Oh my god guys let's go to a party tonight! Or we could have one!"
I looked at her, I wanted to have a party but some idiot would want to bring beer, weed, then mess up the house completely.
"We can go to one. Not having one at the house." I said not looking at her.
She was happy, she knew exactly where one was. She said we needed to change. I really didn't see anything wrong with the way we looked. I drove back to the house, we got changed. Morgan picking out the clothes for us. Of course she would make us twin with each other. But once we all were ready we left. She gave me the directions. We pulled up to a huge house, there were a bunch of vehicles. God please don't let there be alcohol here. Isaac noticed the house.
"Babe, do you know who's party this is?" He asked Morgan.
"Isn't it Jackson Whittemore?" She asked back.
I thought for a minute. That name sounded so familiar. Who is he? I kept thinking back trying to remember this name, this face, the guy. Isaac kept trying to talk Morgan out of going. It wasn't working. Scott and Stiles both tried to talk her out of it too. She wouldn't listen. We were parked a good ways back. I remembered finally. Jackson Whittemore, he beat one of my friends when I did live here. I yelled at her.
"Morgan, don't you dare walk in there. You're just going to be hurt. It's not going to be fun." She stopped walking and came running back.
"Why? What's so wrong with going here?" She asked in a yell.
"You don't remember do you?" I asked her.
"What am I supposed to remember?" She looked confused.
"Get in the truck." I said.
"I don't see why I ne-" I cut her off by saying
"Get your ass in the truck!"
She got in the truck, along with the boys. She kept asking me "Where are we going? What am I supposed to remember?" I wouldn't answer her. We pulled up to an abandoned house. I couldn't stand Jackson. We got out, I told her.
"Morgan when we were 12 we lived here in Beacon Hills still. We had knew Jackson for about 3 months, you started to fall for him. You two finally dated, you went to his birthday party. He was young yes, but still it didn't change what he had done. You said you were moving, he thought you hated him. So he beat you for going. I walked in the room, I saw everything. No I didn't tell anyone. I didn't think you'd remember, you were out. You passed out. I almost killed him. You couldn't remember anything that happened. But that night he didn't get away with anything. I made him pay for what he done. Now I know everything about him. And I can't let you go to his party." I finished finally. She looked at me almost crying. We were friends but not close close. Ever since that day we had each other's backs. Nobody messed with us. Now were best friends. Scott, Isaac, and Stiles didn't know what to say or do. But Isaac spoke,
"Let's go to this party. Were going to have fun." He smirked.
I could've killed him. Morgan wasn't sure about going but we went back to the party. We parked a bit closer. We were asking Isaac and Morgan if this is what they really wanted to do. Go in this party and have fun, or go in this party mad, hurt, or dead at the worst.
