What is Written

Chapter 6

I pull up to the address that Ryder gave me. It's a house, and I can hear the pounding of the music from here. It's about two stories high, with every window showing colored lights and people talking. I park my car on the side of the street a bit further down then where the house is. I'm not having these drunken assholes wreck my car.

"Who's party even is this?" I ask Ryder.

"Some chick invited me to it, I don't know. It sounded fun so I said, why not," he shrugs. He digs into his pocket and picks up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Not in my car, you're not," I snatch away the disgusting items from his hands.

"Woah, what's with you, bro? What are you, my dad or something?" He tries to grab them back, but I hide them on the other side of my car. He'll thank me one day.

"Let's go," I say to them, and I exit the car. I eye Ryder to make sure he doesn't attempt to steal back his drugs.

I walk up to the house, Ryder and Gunner in front of me. I don't know these people, or anybody here, and I feel uncomfortable. Ryder dials a number on his phone, and after a few seconds of conversation, the front door swings open to reveal a very drunk brunette with a large smile.

"Ryder!" She squeals, "Come in!" She opens the door all the way to invite us in. Already I can see hundreds of people, gathered around in every room. The place immediately reeks of weed and alcohol, and I try to not gag. It smells like shit in here.

"This is my bud, Hayden," she introduces me to the jumpy girl, and then she introduces Gunner, as well.

She gives me a wide smile, and I nod before turning my attention in the other direction. I can tell she's wasted, and she smells just as bad as the rest of this place. I look around and I don't know a single person, I knew coming here would be a bad idea. I know Ryder's going to go off and hook up with some girl, probably this one, and Gunner can go fuck himself, so I'm left alone. There's no point in me coming.

"Where's your friends?" Ryder asks the girl. She basically trips over the damn air as she gives him an answer.

"We're in the living room, down there," she yells over the loud music and points down the hall. I peer down there and I see a group of kids sitting on a couch with cups in there hands with uncontrollable laughter. Great.

"Wanna hang with them?" He suggest, and the girl nods excitedly and starts down the hall. I awkwardly follow behind them as they make there way down. I might just go home soon, but I also drove these two assholes here, and I can't leave them without a ride. Unless I find them one..

"Everyone, this is my friend Ryder," She introduces him to the crowd, "And his two friend Hunter and Gayden."

How much shit did this girl smoke and drink. I try to hide my laugh as she completely fucks up our names.  Everyone looks at us with confused eyes and I immediately become pissed off.

"It's Gunner," he corrects the wasted girl. "And that's Hayden."

"Oh!" She laughs, "I'm so sorry."

She takes a seat on the couch next to a guy and she puts her arm around his neck. I look at Ryder and he looks pissed. I smile.

"This is my friend Rob," she introduces him and her group of friends. "And that's Tony, that's Emily, Sarah, Emilia.." my attention is completely gone by the fifth name she mumbles out of her mouth. I stare at the wall and mind my own business, uninterested in her group of low-life wasted friends. 

"Want a drink?" Ryder asks me, and I decline his offer. Did this asshole forget that I was driving?

He takes a drink for himself from the table and mixes it with a Gatorade as a chaser. Same old Ryder, always using chasers. It brings back old memories in high school. Gunner takes one as well, but instead he takes the straight vodka and pours it into a plastic cup.

The group continues to talk and laugh, and Ryder joins in, but I remain silent and keep to myself. I couldn't care less what those people can be talking about, and what they find so goddamn funny.

Gunner downs his drink in mere seconds, and he heads into the kitchen. Probably for more to drink, fucking alcoholic. I roll my eyes and focus back on the wall that I've been staring at. It's a plain wall, nothing really on it besides a few photos of the ocean and beaches. I stare at them in complete boredom.

"Hey," a female voice comes up from behind me. I turn to see who it is, and I almost don't recognize her, but then I do.

"Hi, Rachel," I nod at her. Of course she would be here, she's at almost every damn party there is in this town.

"I didn't know you were coming here," she glides her hand down my arm and to my hand. Her fingers circle around my wrist, and I pull away.

"Well, I didn't know it either, but here I am," I look away from her.

She thinks after a few hook ups that were together, or at least somewhat. We're not. I don't do girlfriends, and I wouldn't even date her if I did. She's a complete whore, I can smell the alcohol on her breath.

"What's wrong, Hayden?" She places her hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"Fine," I quickly answer her, hoping she gets the hint that I don't want to be bothered right now. Can't she tell I'm not in the mood for her shit? If I wanted her I would be in another room with her already, just like I always do at Gunners parties, but I'm not.

She kind of takes the hint and releases her hand from my shoulder. She still stands  next to me though, and I wish she wasn't. She's so goddamn annoying.

"Oh," the drunk brunette bursts away from her conversation and stands from the couch, "Scarlett's here."

I look over and see a familiar blonde girl walking toward her. She embraces her tightly and beams with joy as she welcomes her.

"Everybody, this is Scarlett," she introduces her to us, and my stomach drops as I lay eyes on the familiar blonde. Scarlett Greene.