A.P. Freshmen

Chapter 15

Paige POV

The lunch bell rings, and I'm out of my seat like a rocket.

Ignoring the odd looks I get, I run down the hall and get my lunch. I am going to let her have it. A party? The hell was she thinking? The least she could've done was tell me, instead of leaving me in the dark so I could find it out from pimple boy.

Jesus, I still don't know his name.

I slam my lunch down on the table, and Ivy's and Rory's heads snap up. "SO! How are the party plans going? Gonna have a little party, huh?"

They both look like they swallowed something disgusting.

"Oh, uh, we"

"Did you know that that senior you invited, and I don't know why any freshman in their right mind would invite a senior, well he invited all his friends? No? Didn't? And that they invited their friends, who invited their friends? Well, whatever plans you had, they're gone, because, now you've got a full blown disaster on your hands."

I force myself to calm down, taking deep breaths.

"Wait, Everyone's coming?" Rorey says, looking surprised.

"Yes! And now you're gonna have a quarter of the entire school at your house. I hope you're prepared."

Ivy whispers "Oh, shit"

IVY

wow. just wow. i mean i knew this Derek guy or whatever was a senior, but i didn't honestly think it would get this out of hand. Don't get me wrong, I was expecting Rorey to eventually get herself (not to mention me and Paige) into this kind of ridiculous situation, but not this early in the year. it's the second day of school for fuck's sake!

i sighed into my chocolate covered pretzels, listening to Paige rant about how irresponsable Rorey was, and how she should never do that again, and blah blah blah. she was rambling on about the consequenses of booze when i cut her off.

"Okay listen bitches!" Paige and Rorey snapped their heads in my direction. Rorey looked embarrased and Paige looked plain pissed. it was a weird and rare expression; Paige hyardly ever loses her cool.

"What's done is done, so there's no use bitching about it. Paige, stop ranting, Rorey, maybe next time be a little more cautious? This derek guy probably thinks you inviting him to this party was an invitation to ride the Rorey express." 

Rorey sighed, looking down into her salad with shame. "Okay. i guess you're right. he was just so....hot. And i just wanted to seem--to be--confident and badass for once in front of a guy. like you."

"Me?! i just say the first thing that comes to mind, and the only guy that's interested in me right now is fucking Trent Mckinly, who's also just being 'hot' as you put it, so he can ride my train, which will never happen by the way."

"Ok guys shut the fuck up about your guy troubles!" surprisingly, the remark came from Paige.

"We need to focus on what we're going to do about this party--

"Party? Did someone say Party?!" the voice was feminine and manly at the same time, and was coming from behind me. I craned my neck, not at all alarmed to see Lucas standing there, looking spiffy as ever in a striped button down and brown skinny jeans, his brown hair gelled back with a few strands loose, his pale skin glowing as usual. 

He sat down, and Mary materialized from behind him, her dark bangs falling in front of her hipster glasses, frames dark purple.

"Hey Bae!" she said to me, shoving her phone in the back pocket of her gray skinny jeans and adjustiong her green beanie. "We talking about that party you guys are throwing? i heard there's gonna be tons of seniors there and shit. how the fuck did you manage that?"

Rorey answered, "It's kind of complicated."

"Well we've got time bitches!" Lucas said, raising his eyebrows expectantly, his hazel eyes dancing with interest. Paige put her head in her hands, her braided, mousy brown hair resting on the knitted fabric of her sweater.

Rorey began to tell the whole Derek story, and i looked up at the round tables of seniors, my gaze stopping short on a head of dark hair, and twinkling blue eyes staring straight at me. Trent.

He winked. Of fucking course. What a fabulous day this has been.

ROREY's POV

I can't believe this. First of all, I invited Derek to a hypothetical party, that I thought he would never attend in a million years, because I am a freshman. Second of all, I am sure no seniors would actually come to a freshmen party without some sort of tricks planned, so great. But honetly, the emotion filling most of me is joy, happiness, excitement.. I mean come on, fucking seniors are coming to my house for my party.... Shit, seniors are coming to my house for my party... This party needs to be a bomb ass party. I may know a lot about science, and chemistry, but never have I ever thrown a party.

"Okay guys, I get it, I screwed up-" I was cut off by Paige.

"You think? I mean what were you-" Paige started.

"Paige, shut the fuck up, okay?" Ivy said getting pissed now.

"I screwed up, but I don't understand why you guys don't see the MAJOR upsides to this. I mean look, after all of the popular freshmen find out about the party with the seniors, they are going to want to know who is hosting it, they are going to hear my name, and they are going to think, Dayum, Rorey must really know how to throw a party. They will all come to my party and it will be awesome, not to mention the hot guys, of course." I finished and looked up to see everyone glaring at me like I was the stupidest fucking person on the planet, this is really annoying.

"You realize that you have never thrown a party for more then ten people in your life? And now you have to throw one for, I don't know HALF THE SCHOOL, but this time, it's even worse because you can't enjoy the party. You have to worry all night long about whether or not all of the popular people AND  seniors are enjoying it. And you also can't stay up past midnight, this party will last until 4 in the morning, and I know because my brother goes to shit like this all the time." Ivy finished. And she is right. I don't know what I have decided to do with my life, but I can't waste my time regretting it, so I might as well just fucking throw a fine ass party.

"SHIT!" Ivy says.

"What?" We all turn and look at her with concern.

 "MY BROTHER." She continues, we all stare at her some more, still confused as to what she means. "MY BROTHER WILL FIND OUT ABOUT THE PARTY, THEN HE WILL HEAR THAT IT'S YOURS AND THEN HE'LL THINK i'M ASSOCIATED WITH IT, AND THEN HE WILL TELL MY MOM, AND THEN WE WILL BE BUSTED, BUT NOT JUST BUSTED, BUSTED BY OUR MOMS IN FRONT OF THE SENIORS. THAT IS WORSE THAN BEING BUSTED BY THE COPS. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit."

"Ivy, calm down. Since when was the last time, your brother knew my name? He doesn't care about that shit, you really don't need to worry about it, we will be fine." I say, trying to assure myself more than Ivy, but I'm sure nothing bad will happen, its just a freshman party.

"Fine, I need a fork, I'll be back." Ivy gets up out of her seat at the table and heads up to the senior section where the condiments bar, utensils and napkins are. I glance back around the table and wait for someone to start a different conversation.