This Crazy Life

Chapter 2

Gracie's POV:

The week progressed slowly. Tuesday was a waste of time, Wednesday was painful, Thursday was downright unbearable, and Friday was full of jittery anticipation. Allie ran up to me as the bell rang that signaled the day was over. "THREE FREAKING DAYS GRACIE!!" She screamed in my ear. I laughed along with her as we headed out the door. She proceeded to tell me all about her outfit for meeting the magcon boys tomorrow and what she was going to do when she saw them. "When I see Shawn I'm just going to hug him and hug him and hug him until security has to drag me away," she laughed. "Just make sure you take good pictures okay?" She promised me and we parted ways. I arrived home and flopped down on my bed, intent on discovering if the boys had posted anything about being in Denver. They should have arrived today. Nash, Hayes, and Taylor did. They all said pretty much the same thing "What a gorgeous town." Except Taylor screamed cock at the end. I laughed and checked my YouTube. Now over 4 million views and still growing. This is so surreal. Feeling overwhelmed, I called my friend Emmie to see if she was down to go to Blake Lively's party tonight. He was a popular douche at my school but his parties were seriously the best. She said sure and we got ready. We met up an hour later outside Freeziac, our favorite frozen yogurt spot. "I am so excited for tonight." She said in her proper English. Emmie was born in England and moved here in seventh grade. She still had a faint accent. "Me too, Blake is a dick but he really knows how to have a good time." She agreed and we headed over to the party. It was about two miles from where we were so we decided to walk it. About half way there, I noticed a black car crawling slowly behind us. I watch a lot of crime shows so my first conclusion was obviously that it was a serial killer looking for someone to brutally murder. I grabbed Emmie's arm. "I'm scared can we take the back roads?" She rolled her eyes at my jumpy state but agreed to leave the path we were on. By the time we arrived at the party I had forgotten all about the black car. 

I could feel the drum beat in my chest as I entered Blake's house. There were flashing storbe lights everywhere, and people practically having sex in the corner. Disgusting. Blake and his friends spot me and they stumble over. He drapes an arm over my shoulder. Drunk as always. "Gracie," he slurs. "What brings you to my most humble abode this fine evening?' I roll my eyes and shove him away. Blake has been giving me a lot of unwanted attention since I posted my video, which is odd because he didn't seem to notice my existence before, or care. "Why don't you go hook up with someone who actually thinks you have a pair of balls." His idiot friends laugh and push eachother. "C'mon Gracie don't be like that." He calls after me. I hate Blake Lively. Me and Emmie split up, she goes to find her crush, a nice golden boy named Ben, and I go find the people smoking weed. I don't smoke it, and I never will, but I love the people who do. I love talking to them, and I love how real they are. They never put on fake acts with other people like the kids at my school. If they have somehting they want to say, they just say it. I grab a beer and make my way downstairs to a candle lit room where we always stay. Ricky, Chrisitina, and Al are laying a pile on the bed, each holding smoking joints and laughing hysterically. "Gracie!" Ricky calls and pats his lap. I sit down on top of him and open my beer. Like always, Al offers me a joint, and like always, I refuse. "Still to good for it huh, Gracie?" Christine mocked. I rolled my eyes and playfully slapped her leg. After an hour and inhaling second hand weed and downing around five beers, I'm pretty wasted. I stumble out of the room, the beat of the music seems to be calling my name. As I walk to the kitchen to grab a couple of Jello shots I spot Emmie and Ben making out in the corner. They distract me and before I know it I've collided with a beautiful brown eyed boy.