Scarlett
Twenty minutes later after meeting Lauryn and Heather, I find us in the driveway of the house that the party is being held at, in a makeshift reserved spot that simply says "Sis". The bass of the music can be felt from outside and cars are already lined all down both sides of the otherwise quiet street, even though it's only 11.
The neighbors have to hate them in this white ass neighborhood. It's bedtime for the kids and the house down the street is bumping.
The house is a modern two-story that's ten times better than my parent's home, meaning that whoever owns it, is dripping in money. I shouldn't be surprised though. Everett College is a rich kids' playground. Everyone at this school comes from money, both old and new. That's one of the rules, besides being white. Of course, there are always exceptions to the rules.
Aka Me.
People are spilling out of the luxurious house indicating that it's packed to the brim as if the number of cars wasn't an obvious sign. The front lawn is already filled with drunk college students, getting even drunker.
"Lauryn, your brother is soo lucky to have his own place. No rules, no RAs, no deans. He can literally do whatever he wants." Juliette has this dreamy look in her eyes and Lauryn side-eyes her.
"That's exactly why he got the place. You do remember he almost got kicked out last year because of the parties he threw right? Dad got this place for him and his friends. Now he can have all the alcohol, drugs, and women that he wants, without anyone stopping him. I really hate my dad for enabling his bad habits like this."
"Whatever. You should've gotten a place too. This could have been us. We could've been living it up and throwing epic parties. Parties even better than your brother's, but too bad you didn't."
"Yep. Too bad I didn't." Lauryn says as she gets out the car, leaving us behind.
Although Juliette claims that Lauryn is her "bestie", I have a feeling that Lauryn doesn't feel the same way about her.
We push our way through the sea of bodies. 21 Savage's "X" is blasting through the house. It's so loud I can feel the bass in my chest.
What's with white people's obsession with trap music?
The room we're in is illuminated by colored flashing lights. The heavy bass and the colored lights remind me of that one episode of Spongebob, where he throws the house party.
Like most parties I've been to, it reeks of sweat, alcohol, weed, and desperation. Girls are drunkenly grinding on guys and guys are trying to show their friends that they're being grinded on and that they might even get laid. Couples are making out like they're the only ones in the room.
I feel a slight pang of jealousy. Unlike most girls, I never experienced that. Not the making out at a party part (been there, done that) but having someone that when you're with them, it feels like you two are the only ones in the room. I dated around a bit in high school, but it was with guys that I didn't really care about and that didn't care about me. I never had the real thing before, but I'm not going to stress over it. I'm still young and a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. I'm just here to graduate and get a degree. Men are trash anyways. Lauryn's yelling over the music shakes me out of my thoughts.
"Did you hear me? I said that I'm going to find my brother and tell him that we're here." Lauryn yells over Kodak Black's "Tunnel Vision."
"Okay cool." I honestly don't care if she finds her brother or not. Parties aren't my thing anyway. I find myself messing with the hair tie on my wrist. I'm getting anxious, plus I'm tired and hungry. I need an excuse to get out of here.
