Solace

Chapter 6

The whole car ride to Tristan's was horrible. Kacie, along with her sister Tracie (A/N I know, very creative names), kept on talking about how all the guys will be drooling over me. And if that wasn't bad enough, she said, specifically, Kyle would be the one. I just roll my eyes and wish for everything to be over as soon as it can.

"Girl, you know those long, sexy legs attract all sorts of guys. I wish I had legs like those." Tracie sighs. I snort.

"Oh please. Can you not?"

"But seriously! You're gorgeous and everybody knows it! You're just too... And please, do not get mad at me because I am trying to be truthful... Uptight."

I shrug. "I don't mind being uptight."

"But the guys do."

"And I'm glad for that. I don't like them either." I say, crossing by arms.

"Just... You should just let it loose for a day. You know... Actually party for once." Tracie suggests.

"You mean drink highly toxic water, jump around, swap spit with people and then getting brainwashed, not knowing what even happened? I'd rather not have a hangover."

I should be the one lecturing Tracie on how she always has these weird hangovers. She would literally wake up to find another guy in her bed. Not like she ever did anything with any one of them, if you know what I mean, or so she told me.

"No. I mean, have a couple drinks, yes. But not enough to make you forget what you're doing. Just enough to make you less... Tough... In a way..." Tracie struggles to find a better word.

"Less conservative, would be what I suggest." Kacie nods.

"I would just like to leave as soon as possible. I'll be designated driver? Since both of  you are planning on drinking..." I ask.

"Uh... No. I plan on going home with someone else tonight." Tracie replies nervously.

"Urg, gross!" Kacie groans."I do not need to know what happens after my sister get drunk and wild."

"What? I mean nothing dirty when I say that. Maybe you just have a dirty mind." Tracie defends, even though all of us know what is going to happen once she gets drunk.

Turst me. It takes a lot to get Tracie drunk. And when she's drunk, she's drunk. She won't even know what her own name is. No wonder she just hooks up with any boy, whether he is hot or not.

"Sure."Kacie sneers sarcastically."Anyways. I might get a ride home, too."

"I still have to take this car home for you." I say.

"I kind of lent this to someone." Kacie smirks, telling me she already had this figured out.

"You guys really want me to get drunk, don't you?"

"Very." Tracie replies with a evil laugh.

"What if I don't get a ride home?"

"Walk." Kacie snorts while Tracie's laugh overfills the car. This is going to be the worst party ever.

I knew that for a fact once we arrive at the house. The first thing I see is some couple making out outside on the ground. The second, this isn't Tristan's house. It's Tristan's parent's club. 

I stay in the car while Kacie and Tracie take in the surrounding. I am going to kill both of them. Shame on me for not checking the directions or for not knowing about this ahead of time.

"Come on!" Tracie yells, smirking.

"You guys planned this pretty well, didn't you?" I ask, staying the in car. This whole thing screams trouble, trouble, and trouble.

"What are you talking about?" Kacie smiles innocently, batting her eyelashes. She's already on flirt mode.

So after they had to literally drag me out of the car and gets me to walk properly in the high pumps Kacie made me wear, we enter. Loud music blasts my eardrugs as I scan the room, looking for anyone we know.

Sure enough, the whole entire student body is there, along with most of the people from our college. Some are just random people, who I suspect are here to sell pot.

Ditching me like usual to flirt with the guys, I am left alone, standing near the doorway like an idiot. I wrap a hand on my   elbow, rubbing it to ease the nervousness.

Okay, to be totally honest, this is my first alcohol- included party. And I don't like it already. Ugh, I need some air. I turn to the door, heading out.

"Hey." A familiar voice says. I swirl around to find Andrew staring down at me, holding a drink in his hand.

"Oh, Andrew? You're here, too?" I ask as Kacie makes her way over, probably to check out the hot guy that is talking to me. She wiggles her eyebrows. I frown and shake my head.

"Yeah. I'm here with Kyle. We know some people..." He trails off as soon as his eyes fall on Kacie. She also sort of stops walking.

As they shake it off, she starts walking over again. Andrew tries to act cool as she walks over, her cheeks burning.

"Hey. My name is Andrew." He shows off his best smile, holding his hand out.

"My name is Kacie." She replies, matching his smile. Both of their faces go red as they shake hands, holding it there longer then the usual hand shake.

"Um." I cough, immediately, the hand shake breaks apart. Andrew and Kacie stand there awkwardly,"Well, I'm going to go get myself a drink."  I point to the table, and run off.

Wow. I've never seen two people with a instant connection like that. That was really awkward. I sigh. Now I'm going to be the third wheel whenever they go on dates.

Searching through the icebox, I find that there is drink other then  alcoholic ones. I groan, my throat growing drier and drier by the second.

"Do you need a drink, Cheri?"

Groaning, I turn to the direction the voice was coming from."No thanks. I don't want to get drunk. Although I would need a ride home just in case I can't get some other guy to get me one."

"I will get you a ride home safely." He says, holding a bottle of beer out to me,"If you drink at least half of this. It won't hurt. I promise."

"I'll get someone else to get me a ride." I say, getting ready to stomp away. With these shoes, however, it was impossible to even walk.

"Do you really think you can trust any of these drunken, possibly ax murderers?" He smirks. He does have a good point.

"You are also drunk. I can't trust you either, can I?" I cross my arms, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Come on, Cheri. You're at a party. You have to get a little to drink, right? Only a little bit." He takes a swig from the bottle, holding it back out to me again. Gosh, he is drunk."See? Harmless."

I mean, it is a party. It'll be my last one, for sure.

"Who's going to drive?"

"Taxi." He grins.

"Fine." I take the bottle, chugging whatever is left in it, Kyle grinning. The cold liquid travels down my throat, burning it. Even so, it feels nice.

Grabbing another bottle out of the icebox, Kyle holds the other hand out to me,"Let's  dance."

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SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IT IN A WHILE!!! I WAS AND AM GOING TO BE TERRIBLY BUSY.

Anyways... Kyle and Solace are gonna dance.... And just as a fact, she took dancing lessons when she was little (saves her from embarrassment everyyytimeee.) 

Wells. Predict what happens next!

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