Divergent Powers High

Chapter 11: The Real Party

I take off the detachable bottom of my dress, customized by Christina, turning the garb into a short, fit and flare dress. Christina, being the export designer she is, customized all of the dresses we bought to be able to transform, to a short dress, or otherwise, a romper. 

I put the extra fabric in a drawer in a guest bedroom, before Tobias and I go back downstairs into the Pedrad's house. Teens have flooded in from the Summer Soiree, and there is already more than enough drinks flowing around the room. 

I maneuver my way past a few groups, trying not to get alcohol on my dress, or run into the dozens of couples making out. Luckily, being "Six", the people kind of part the sea so I can get to the kitchen. 

Amongst the people talking and laughing together, dozens of bottles, a few coolers, and two humongous bowls of punch are placed on the kitchen island. 

"What do you want to drink?" Tobias asks, as we approach the area. 

"I'll just have some of this punch." I respond, filling up a red solo cup. 

Tobias grabs a beer, and obviously, having super strength, just pops the top off with a flick. We find our way into the living room, where couches are pushed to the side, and covered in plastic. Yesterday, we moved all of the lamps and decorations into the attic, so they weren't broken. 

Tobias sits on the end of the couch, and I lean against him, so there is enough room for whoever else comes by. I sip off the drink, surprised by the amount of vodka loaded in with the sweet fruit punch flavor. It's not like I haven't developed a tolerance for alcohol, I just try to avoid getting drunk, and making mistakes. My history also hasn't been great with guys taking advantage of me drunk, which was an awful experience to live through. 

"Is anyone sitting here?" A male voice says from above me, catching my attention. 

I look up, and immediately suck in a breath. In front of me, stands the fiery haired guy that ruined me. Drew. 

"Certainly not you." I hiss, moving closer to Tobias. 

He laughs, a song that I used to love, "Come on babe, I know you would never forget me. I am you boyfriend, after all."

I feel Tobias tense up beside me, and his arms flies over my shoulder, "I think you have that wrong." 

Drew shakes his head, "No, you never technically broke u-"

"Yes I did! Drew, go away, before I have to give you another third degree burn. You should even be here." I retort. 

He smirks, "Sure, I'll leave, when I have my girlfriend back." 

Tears are threatening to spill over my eyes, and my voice cracks as I say, "Leave. You will have a big problem on your hands if you don't. You ruined me, and I will never let you back in." 

"Oh, come on! I was just having a lit-" 

The rest of his words hang on his tongue, as I storm out of the room. I hear Tobias' footsteps behind me, so I teleport to the highest level of Zeke and Uriah's house, and lock myself in a guest bedroom. 

My body collapses onto the floor, my legs pulled to my chest. Tears pour from my eyes like a waterfall, making me feel vulnerable, weak. Drew. He's here. 

*Flashback*

I take a drink of the whiskey, smiling, "I think I've had enough Drew, we should head back downstairs." 

He smirks, "No, I like seeing the real you, not Six." 

I push his arm away, "Drew, don't even talk about that. I'm not supposed to use my powers in public."