Their Guy

Chapter 40

AUTHOR'S NOTE: When's the last time we had a chapter from Marlene's point of view? Well here is another one!

Marlene's POV

'This is a bad idea,' My sick body yelled as I put on a pair of jeans.

'But this is probably the last party you will every go to,' my mind said as I smiled and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Normally I would settle for something much more fancy for a usual high school party. You know - a fitting short dress, heels, loads of make up. But sadly my weak and dying body didn't permit that. I'd have to make do with a jeans and a white shirt with my leather jacket and flats.

I checked the time on my phone which showed that it was 10:15. I should probably leave. I didn't want to be too late. I decided to put on a little make up to hide my pale skin.

Another perk of having cancer kids! You look like a character from Twilight.

Another perk of having cancer was also that you shouldn't be going for parties, drinking and enjoying the remainder of your life. You were supposed to sit at home, in a comfortable way and count the days to your death. But me being the rebel that I am, wasn't going to do that. I was going wild!

Now anyone who heard this would think I'm crazy and they're probably right. I barely have the strength to run up my stairs. What the hell would I do at a party except increase the chances of killing myself?

That's why I was sneaking out for the last party of the year at my friend Sam's place. Leah was out with Caleb and my parents were locked up in their room doing God knows what. It was the perfect chance for me to escape.

I was sure Ryden, Dylan and Jessica were going to be there. I didn't tell them that I was coming either. Let them figure out what to do with me when I got there.

After I successfully got into my car and silently drove out of my house I let out a sigh of relief. Part one of my plan had worked. Now the second part began - Actually getting to the party and making sure I came back home in one piece. 

Sam's place wasn't really far away from mine and I heard the music a few minutes later when I turned onto his street. I parked a few houses away and walked towards the music  and alcohol.

I was already tired by simply driving here. But I couldn't let that get in my way tonight.

Tonight I was a normal healthy cancer free chic who was going to rock this party!

Sam's place looked vaguely familiar as I walked past the gate. His garden was filled with the usual people you find at parties. Some puking in the plants, others lying unconscious and some even making out. I vaguely remember running in this garden in my bra and underwear but that is another story.

Normally looking at the sad state of people at this party you would feel pitiful or disgusted. On the other hand, I felt warmer and healthier inside. It's not that I was a mean person. I'd pretty much grown up in this environment and I'd  missed these parties. The recklessness here was something that even Game of Thrones couldn't give me

With all these positive and happy thoughts I opened the main door and immediately regretted coming here in the first place.

The music and alcoholic smell suddenly became 10 times stronger, making my head hurt. I felt sick and every part of my body was screaming for me to go back home.

What was I thinking? I was too weak and stupid to come here!

I was about to head back out when the door opened and a huge group of students entered, heading inside. Normally I would have fought my way through the crowd but now I was too weak to even lift a glass of beer.