The Story of Us

Not again

Right after sadie and I step in and look around we make our way to the dance floor, skipping the drinks.

It might be expected of me, to get drunk and kiss random guys all night; that's not me. I'm actually a really good girl, the strongest thing to ever touch my lips was a monster energy drink and the only thing I have gotten high of was the laughing gas in the dentist office...

I'm not ashamed of it though, pretty proud actually and I'm kind of known for it. It's definitely better than being known for the girl who sleeps around, that tittle would belong to Emma, also known as queen of the polly pockets.

The bass of the music is shaking my body, and Sadie and I are swaying our hips to the beat, hers a little more in sync than mine. Sadie took 9 years of dance, while I took 5 years of gymnastics and 4 of figure skating, that is, until I sprained my ankle during a duet with a boy who moved his arm wrong during the 2 person spin when I was 14. Im still a little bit salty.

We sway in sync and I'm glad it's Sadie here, not some random guy I met 5 seconds ago. Drunk people surround us, their hot sweaty bodies all crashing together in the rather large crowd.

I'm not one for highschool parties, but when I go I enjoy them. There are teenagers with alcohol, but i don't see the point in risking it. But then again I can get drunk off of music and a fun outfit.

About an hour passes of me dancing with a couple of girls in my friend group, or that I had a class with, I dance with Mitchell and Coleman a couple times, of coarse in a friendly way.

As I'm dancing with Coleman, the song Here's to Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne comes on. I sing the words while keeping eye contact with Coleman, still feeling a pair of eyes on my back. I break eye contact for a second to look around the house, then I don't feel the eyes anymore, so I return to my bestfriend since 3rd grade.

"oh ooooh singing radio head at the top of our lungs!"

Coleman loves this song, always has. I see him getting really into this song as I raise my sprite can, and him his water bottle.

"HERES TO NEVER GROWING UP"

I'm suddenly pushed into Coleman's chest, I turn around to see the person who did it, while  Coleman tenses up in defense.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!!!! I really didn't see you!" the girl with curled strawberry blonde hair says to me, slurring her words. She's drunk. It's understandable, I think her name was Hailey from my math class, she's on the cheer team, one of the best, sweet girl. I know her apology is genuine and I feel Coleman untense behind me.

"It's fine don't worry!" I assure her, and she heads off to find her friends I guess. My can  had spilt all over the white tile floor.

"Hey, I'm going to go get another can, see ya later?" I ask Coleman. He nods in response, Going to dance with Mitchell and the guys, who are starting a jump circle.

As Im leaning over to dig a sprite out of the Coronas and Bud lights, I notice a wet spot on my favorite blue converse. Well dang it, the sprite got on my converse.

I need a break, I decide, so I go into the kitchen to stand, stepping over a spilt jell-o shot. Those things are cool, One time Ava and i got bored and curious when my parents weren't home and made about 10, with no alcohol of coarse. Our parents had walked in when we had both finished our 2nd and laughed at us, after watching the next, they laughed harder at the fact I was 9 and winning against Ava , who was 13.

A deep voice snaps me out of the memory.

"Hey pretty thing," I look up to see a guy probably a couple years older than me, no doubt some random guy who didn't go to college and misses his glory days as some huge party goer. Well buddy, those days are over, and highschool cheerleaders aren't really your age anymore.