At My Best. (five seconds of summer)

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Bethany Alba

The party was today and I was super excited. The boys had come in a few times this week but never mentioned it. Not even once.

Yesterday when Calum dropped me off at home, he told me that they weren't going to be able to go today, and he wasn't going to give me a ride.

Surprisingly, Calum has dropped me off almost every night this week. He still drove me crazy and continued to fight me, but we didn't take it seriously anymore. I also learned that he only lived four blocks away, and that's why he was the one who almost always gave me rides.

I felt stupid for being excited to crash their party. They probably couldn't care less if I go or not. I was trying to prove a point, that was only important to myself. Honestly, I didn't know why I was taking this so personally.

I didn't care though, I was ready to party. I was wearing the outfit that Charlotte had chosen for me, and I hated it. It was nothing too fancy or revealing but it made me feel insecure, and it was really my style.

I stood in front of the mirror, the white-smocked off the shoulder top I was wearing made me look bigger than I was, and you could definitely see some muffin top under my high waisted black ripped skinnies.

"Bethany! Let's go! My sister is here!" I hear Charlotte yell from downstairs. I sigh before combing my hand through my brown curly hair once more and running down the steps.

I slip into my black Birkenstocks and grab my small bag.

"No, uh-uh," Charlotte says standing in front of the door so I couldn't get out of it.

"What."

"Lose the birks."

"Why? They're cute, and match my outfit." We hear honking outside.

"They give me 40-year-old virgin vibes." She crosses her arms over her chest as well.

"You're delusional. Now, move." I say trying to push past her. Charlotte's sister, Madison, honks again.

"You have nice heels! Wear them!" She says and stays put.

"I like the ones I'm wearing."

Madison honks, " Hurry up! You have 2 minutes, or I'm leaving!"

Charlotte sighs, "Fine."

We walk out and into Madison's car.

"So who would invite losers like you yourselves to a party?" She laughs.

"Luke Hemmings." Charlotte sings the name out as Madison gasps.

"You've got to be freaking kidding me! How does my little sister get invited to the hottest guys party at my school! Shut up!"

"Wait, they go to your school?" I ask. Madison went to a different high school than Charlotte and I. She had to transfer out her sophomore year for getting in a fight.

"Uh, Yeah! By they, I assume you mean the three other idiots that hang out with him." She laughs.

"So you didn't get invited?" Charlotte asks.

"Of course I did, but not directly. I can't believe my kid sisters got invited by the Luke Hemmings. This totally blows!" She lightly hits her red fur covered steering wheel.

Madison was so edgy and drop-dead gorgeous. She had jet black hair and her eyes were bright blue and had naturally bronze skin. She was really retro, and her car looked like the nanny named Fran spit it out, she was a walking icon.