Confessions of a Teenager

2. connoisseur of idiocy

Confession #2

(contd.)

I hadn't felt like an idiot in a while, but now I didn't do anything except look like one. Apparently driving yourself and your sister to a party can have its own perks.

I park two blocks away from his house, switched the engine off as I motioned Amy to get off. I locked the car and stepped out, walking towards his house horizontal from my car.

My boots clacked as they made contact with the dark roads, with Amy following me from behind. As we entered onto the pavement just in front of his house, I could see toilet paper rolls laid out in front. The music was loud, but not enough to make my ear drums blast.

I motioned to Amy I would be by the kitchen getting myself a swig. She held a thumbs up, as I cringed when I saw her dress from behind. It was lightly crushed because she put her fat ass onto them, and under the constant change of red and blue lights, it looked like a hideous pattern.

Bobbing my head as Afrojack played over the speakers, I took hold of a couple of seniors. We all had noticed that Shawn hadn't spent much time deciding for the party. It almost felt like a get together, except the whole batch is here, it doesn't feel like it though, since he has a huge house.

The drinks were laid out, people were playing beer pong, and only beer was available. Not hard core alcohol, or any stupid music which no one understands blasting from the speakers. Outside couples made out, some other people walking home. It felt nice, and calm to some extent.

"Hey idiot." I heard someone call me out. I felt two fingers tap on my right shoulder, while I automatically looked to my left since only one person does that to me.

"You've grown immune to this trick." He chuckles as we link our hands together. He's an absolute hottie, but we haven't been dating. We're more like best souls for life- if that's a thing.

"You do it everyday Theo, there's something known as getting used to it." I laugh as I put my hand on his jacket. Suddenly a couple of whistles caught my attention, as I saw a lean figure walking amongst the crowd. Hands in the air, and twirling once or twice. Jumping to the rhythm of music, could only be Savannah Millers.

The thing about Savannah is that she's overly outgoing, and I'm merely social. She would attend every party, every birthday, every brunch plan with anyone- as long as they go to this school, even if she has an exam the next day. She is quite popular, and how she is my best friend- I don't quite know.

"Hey girl!" She shouted over as she motioned me to join her. Her hips flowed to the music and her skinny black jeans made her butt pop. (why did I write that) She wore boots similar to mine, and a black halter top, something like Kendall Jenner wore for her 21st birthday, except a lot less revealing.

"I'll be by the kitchen." Theo nodded at me as he turned around to leave. Savannah quickly came over and complimented my outfit. Honestly, with curves like hers, and tanned legs she would look much better in what I'm wearing.

"Why didn't you pick me up?" She pouted as we shoved a couple of people to make our way to the couch.

"I had to carpool with Amy myself, I texted you that you stupid bitch." I smirk as she laughed, a little too much considering what I'd said.
Definitely tipsy.