My bestfriend Diddy

Chapter 4.

"Darcy, there's a party today at Michael's you wanna go?"

A party?

At Michael's?

Wait...

"But you're new, how come they invite you?" I ask.

"Well... He told me he wanted to see new people at his parties." She answers.

Okay, that's weird becuase when I was new, Michael never invited me to his parties.

Should I tell her?

No.

"Okay, sure."

"Sure what?" She asks.

"Uh... I'll go."

"you will? Are you sure?" She asks clearly surprised at my response. Why does people think I'm so innocent? I mean... I once wrote "fuck" on my school's desk.

"Well... If you don't want to go..."  I must have taken too long to answer.

"of course!" I shout, a bit too excited.

"I mean... yes." I say. I don't want to sound desperate or anything.

"Great!" She shouts before standing up.

"I'll pick you up at...6?" She asks.

"Erm... sure, yeah..." I answer.

I think it's a bit too late but I'm sure my parents won't mind.

"Okay, I'm leaving... so I can... change." I feel slightly uncomfortable with this Diddy girl, she makes me so insecure and awkward.

"Alright, see you later! Wear something hot." She says making me more uncomfortable. Why the hell would she want me wearing something "hot"?

"Just in case Ashton's there." She answers my thoughts. Her smirk makes me want to slap her for some reason.

"Uh.... H- He's not- We're not a... uhm..." I mumble, trying to find the right words.

"Well, ya'll sure look like one." She laughs. I fake a laugh and walk towards the door.

"Uh... b-bye." I say before closing it behind me. I run down the stairs and unlock the house's door before getting out.

God, she makes me so nervous and uncomfortable! I just don't know why.

...

The place is crowdy as I try to make my way in. Drunk teenagers hold red cups while they struggle to make out . The music is loud, very loud and I'm just at the front yard, Michael's neighboors... I mean, neighborhood must be furious.  Cops will definitely be here sooner or later. I finally make my way in and the smell of pot? Yeah, pot... makes its way through my nose. I cringe at the smell and pinch my nose harder as I walk in deeper into the alcohol/marijuana smelling place.

I am wearing a knee length skirt and a tank top with a sweater on top of it... The tank top has the word "hot" on it so I guess it's a hot outfit right?

"Hey Darcy!" I hear someone shout. I can't really tell who's voice is it because I'm dizzy, too dizzy to even breathe. I swear, the smell of marijuana is making me high.

"H-Heyy!!!" I sarcastically greet. As the person makes it's way to me, I see it's Diddy. She's giving disapproving looks at my outfit.

"Come on... I'll get you a drink."

"N-no, no... I don't... I don't d- drink" I struggle to say. This place is seriously making me crazy.

"Better yet." she smiles and before I can respond... she grabs my arm, pulling me towards the kitchen. I try and try to get out of her grip but the more I try, the more I realize I'm not doing anything at all. It's on my mind.

"Here." She hands me a red cup as soon as we enter the kitchen.

"N-no." I shake my head but she puts ot in my hand anyway.

"Look. Just try it and if you don't like it then... who am I kidding? You will love it! Just try it, I promise you won't regret ever trying this amazing thing!" She praises the red cup on my hand as drops of cold water drip down it. The more I stare at it... the more I hate it. I hate how teenagers would waste their amazing lives on this shit.

This is one of the things I've been taught in school. Say no to alcohol, say

no to drugs but they didn't teavh me how to say no. See, I'm of those people who's afraid to say no. I say yes to everything, I agree on everything and I hate it. I absolutely HATE it.

I shake ny head before placing the cup on her hand and stumbling out of the room. The place is too hot. I need water, I need something. The images are blurry and I can't really... I can't really believe what I'm seeing right now. I walk closer as teenage girls twerk on perverted, disgusting, nasty boys. ew.

As I push the sweaty bodies aside, my vision gets healed...

Oh boy!

I wish I would've been blind right now. I wish I would have stayed home and never have to witness what's in front of me.

A blonde has her legs wrapped around a guy's waist and they're kissing aggressively. Her hands are pulling his hair and he's... enjoying it.

Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.

The girl's name? I don't know, Never have seen her.

The boy's? Ashton.

A/N: Heyaaa!!! I know.... what a shame on me for not updating in sooooo long I mean... *Minion's voice* whaa? The thing is... I've been sooooo busy lately I'm soooo sorry ah!