As promised, Martin picked me up at seven, I hoped that he would be late so I could stay home a little longer and avoid the party. But now, I am just a teenager sitting in a kitchen, with music blasting so loud I swear my eardrums fell off at some point, and other teenagers doing things I am uncomfortable with.
Martin just ran towards partying the moment we came here and I haven't seen him since, too much for babysitting.
As I was sitting on a stool staring at nothing, a boy and a girl who were literally groping each other entered the kitchen and starting making out against the fridge, I groaned and looked the other way fighting the urge to gag.
"Gross, get a room or just get the hell out of here." Peter, the emo punk guy from the chemistry class, who happened to be sitting on the stool next to mine, said with boredom lacing his tone as usual. The boy just sneered at him before taking his girlfriend and getting out to continue what they were doing elsewhere.
"I hate everyone in this school." He said before taking a sip from his drink.
"Then why are you here?"
He looked at me and shrugged, "free drinks."
Him going back to texting was a sign that he didn't want to socialize with me, I sat there for a few more minutes before a voice I despised spoke up.
"I never imagined seeing goodie-two shoes Barbie at a party, I am shocked!" Troye mocked as he slid on the stool beside me.
"What do you want Jensen?" I sighed.
"I am just not used to seeing nerds and punks at parties," he said throwing a quick glance at Peter, who simply flipped him off without looking up. "Tell me do you want a drink? Oh wait, I forgot. You are waiting until you are legal."
He laughed as he reached for a beer can and popped it open.
"Troye, I am too bored to care right now." His brown eyes softened for a moment before he started mocking me again, I wanted to go find Martin and get the hell out of here.
"Why don't you go find Rebecca before she starts stripping down on any table?" I snapped, he was about to say something and make fun before he realized that she would actually do something like that.
"I hate you," he said before getting out of the kitchen.
"The feeling's mutual." I muttered.
"I would have slapped him right away, how could you handle that?"
"I honestly don't know." I responded, so far Peter is the most chill person here and I am really growing to like him, even his 2007 black emo hair cut is starting to grow on me.
"This party is lame, everyone is lame. I hate people, wish I could just die."
"Oh my god, are we best friends?"
"No." he went back to texting.
"Okaaay..." I trailed off awkwardly.
Just then, a very grinning Martin ran to the kitchen.
"This is the most fun I have had in a while, the selection of music is weird and loud but that is alright. Those fools will not last an hour in my world, they got drunk so easily while I am still sober after drinking so much! They do that thing here, where they stand upside down on a barrel of beer, it is incredible!"
"It's called a keg, and I am pretty sure the drinks are affecting you." He laughed loudly at what I said.
"Are you jesting? I am perfectly fine, I will take all of you to my world and show you what true alcohol is like. The parties in my world are much better than this, but I have not been in one in a really long time."
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Flaming Curiosity
Fantasy"We are looking for something really important here," he began. "And once he finds it, he will leave and you will never have to see him again. So please don't tell anyone about what you saw today." There was something really sincere about his brown...
