The Night of the Party

Juliette Laura Wright

Chapter 2
Julie

"Aright, Max. Julie, wanna continue?"

Do I want to? Not really. But, I do think I have to.

"Yeah, I guess. First of all, I wanna talk about Max's story. I was completely sober for about 80% of the party, and I clearly remember telling him not to drink when we arrived, because we all know how he gets."

"I do not remember such a thing!" Max squealed at me.

"I'm sorry, I would also like to not be interrupted, Max! Anyway, the first part is right. Max was driving, and we would've been at the party far before nine if his car hadn't broken down on the way there. I remember getting a phone call from Charlie when we were still in the car. I could barely hear him because they were already there and people were practically screaming. He was just asking when we'd be there, nothing special. We did really split up very quickly from Max, however, Maddie and I stayed together for at least 30 minutes. We were playing pool in the living room, but our game was cut short by at least five buff dudes drooling all over Maddie. I went to get a drink outside, but was stopped by Eric himself. I remember Eric asking me if I was having a good time and stuff, but I was just trying to shorten the conversation. I told him I had to use the bathroom and he said I can use the one upstairs to avoid the crowd. So I went upstairs, but I didn't actually have to use the bathroom, instead I started digging around the rooms. His dad's office had about a million books, and that's where I completely lost the track of time. A full hour must have passed before I decided to leave. However, my path was blocked by a drunk, passed out Max in the middle of the hallway. I dragged him into the nearest bedroom and after a lot of struggle, I got him on the bed. I went to the bathroom after all, but just to wash my hands, and when I came out Eric was waiting for me. He brought me a drink, which I normally wouldn't accept but I was parched after dealing with drunk Max, so I took it. As I was drinking it he stared getting really flirty. I mean, I knew he had a crush on me, but I didn't expect him to get so honest and straight up with me, rather than hiding it. That's about when I realized he roofied me. He asked me to go dance with him, and I don't really even remember what my answer was. From there on I don't remember anything, except for waking up in front of the house, soaking wet and dirty from the mud. It rained. I have no clue how I got to the front lawn or what I was doing there in the first place, but I have a feeling Eric was involved."