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Chapter 7: "I don't go to parties."

Jacey Summers

"What the fuck have you done Zack?" I heard female voice yell from somewhere around me, my head was spinning, but I could tell I was lying on the floor somewhere. My head was killing and I couldn't really open my eyes.

"I didn't do anything. He did." A male voice practically growled. He? Who? I tried to open my eyes again, but they barely opened into slits.

What is going on?

Earlier that day....

"So are you coming to Jack's party tonight?" Meghan asked me as we walked towards history. It was Friday afternoon and we had a double.

"Who?" I've been in this school for way longer than Meghan, yet she seems to already know more people than I do. Which I suppose shouldn't be such a surprise, considering how little I talk to people outside of my friends.

"You know, the really popular guy with the blue streak in his hair?" I did know him. He was one of the only popular people that Cameron hadn't managed to turn against me. He's in my music class and we 'chat' sometimes. Even if he did most of the actual talking.

"I don't go to parties." I've never been to a full-blown high school party before, never really interested me when I have food and the internet at home.

"Well you do now." She shot me a, 'don't you dare argue with me ' look. So I didn't.

I simply said, "I'm not wearing a dress."

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Later that day me and Meghan were at her house, she told me not to bring any clothes for the party because she had more 'suitable ones'. What does that even mean?

She was pulling out outfits that she had a better chance of getting Joey to wear. For one, they were dresses, I don't do dresses, and for two, they were way too short. Like on the verge of being slutty short.

I shook my head at every dress she showed me. Eventually she gave up on the dress front, and went for a skirt. I could manage a skirt I suppose.

She chose a black, skater skirt, with a red, cropped tank top, which left a small strip of flesh showing, but she let me keep my black converse on. Okay I may have straight out rejected any other shoes until she gave up.

Meghan herself was wearing a black, above the knee length dress, which had a two cut-outs at either side of the waist. She was also wearing black pumps.

She had managed to tame my wild hair, and curled it. She applied a light layer of makeup to my face. And straightened her own hair, and her brown locks now reached past her waist, and her face was painted with somewhat natural makeup.

I knew that most of the school was going to be at this party. And most of them wouldn't recognise me without the baggy jumpers.

Zack was going to be at this party too, and said he would take us. But I had a feeling we wouldn't see him much after that. He'd be otherwise occupied, if you know what I mean.

We were still getting along. Well kind of. We argued about stupid stuff, but I wouldn't say we disliked each other, sometimes I would even say we got on. When he wasn't being a pervert.

"Hey guy- whoa." Zack said as he walked into Meghan's room. His eyes were taking in my appearance, looking me up and down. "My eyes are up here." I said, pointing to them.

He cleared his throat and motioned for us to follow him as he walked out of the room. Me and Meghan unsubtly high fived at this reaction.

I apparently looked good.

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We arrived at the party at around 10, which was late for me to even be out of the house, I'm such a party animal. Not.

They party was in full swing, and the huge house was filled with people. Zack immediately peeled away from us as I expected. And Meghan took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. Which I wish I had foreseen so I could have avoided it.

Morgan soon joined us and we were happily dancing and chatting, I assumed that Joey and Connor were of to the side drinking somewhere.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Care to dance with me?" It was Zack. I agreed somewhat reluctantly and soon we were swaying, almost grinding to the upbeat song. Eventually he said, "I'm just going over there. Stay right here." He shot off in a different direction and I just stood where he told me to.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?" A guy I recognised as Blake from the popular group, asked. "Standing." I said sarcastically, rude but I didn't care. To my dismay he laughed, he thought I was joking.

"You want a drink?" Free drink? Yes please. "Sure." I agreed. He walked towards the bar, and quickly returned with two red, plastic cups. Cliché. I know. I raised it to my lips and took in the smell. Whoa. Definitely alcohol. I took a swig, and it immediately burned my throat, and I felt my senses getting blurry.

"This is weird!" I slurred. "I'm so drunk!" I'd only had one drink, this isn't normal is it? My eyes were becoming heavy, and my limbs were feeling dead. I leaned on Blake for support. "You're hair is long." I said while pulling on a strand of it.

I then felt a hand, sliding up my skirt. And as fast as that feeling appeared, it was gone when somebody punched Blake, and I lost the support, so I fell to the ground.

"Jacey, are you okay?" That's the last thing I remember before passing out.

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Hey anyone reading this! Sorry for the cliffhanger but it had to be done. But I think I'm going to do a POV for Zack in the next chapter, so look forward to that. I know this is earlier than normal, but I'm going to a concert tonight. I'm so excited! AAAAAH!

Anyways, love you awesome peoples,

~Steph~

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