"I'm having second thoughts about agreeing to go to this" Sophie moans for what has to be the tenth time.
"Well it's too late to back out. Plus you and Greyson seem to have been getting along these last few days." I inform her. There is no way I'm letting her back out of the party, partly because of my own selfish desire to go and knowing that she'll enjoy it once she is there.
"But I have nothing to wear!" She sighs, flicking through the mass of clothes in her wardrobe. I roll my eyes.
"You have an entire closet full of stuff" I state the obvious and in return receive a stern glare. I when to resist the urge to laugh, knowing it will only annoy her further.
"Can't we stay here and watch a movie?" She replies, choosing not to reply to my comment. It's odd really, four weeks ago I would have jumped at the chance to just sit with Sophie and talk, or watch films. But now all I feel is guilt. The disastrous vacation with Nash, leaves me worrying not for my own safety, but for Sophie's.
"I'll go alone if you want, but I would much rather you came with me" I say, pouting my lower lip and attempting to forget all about the troubles I have landed myself in.
"Fine, I'll come. But we might be here for a while, while I get ready." Watching her completely engaged in her own world, is strangely comforting. She's always been someone I sought comfort in, when we were young just as a friend and then when we got older, those feelings developed. I though Johanna would sto-
"Which one?" Sophie interrupts my thoughts, holding up two dresses side by side. Never in the years I have known her has she been interested, even remotely, in her appearance, but today it seems things have changed.
"I don't know. You look beautiful in whatever you wear" I silently curse to myself. So much for playing it cool Taylor, nice one. Sophie's cheeks reddened simultaneously to my own.
"Let's get this over with then" I tap Ethan on the shoulder, weakening him from his trance. A nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach takes over. Ethan was right in saying that Greyson and I have been getting along, however, I still can't shake this feeling. At first I presumed it was anger, but now I am led to think otherwise. We make our way to Ethan's car, silence radiating between the two of us.
"Whose found tonight" I say, as I place myself in the passenger seat, Ethan starting the ignition.
"Honestly, it sounds like he's invited the whole school" I can't help the feeling that, that is a recipe for disaster.
"I wonder how he got his parent to agree to that" my father would beat me for even asking, I sometimes forget that not all families are the same as my own.
"I presume they're out of town. Actually to come think of it, I haven't heard him mention his parents once, maybe he's living with a group of friends" I look at Ethan, his eyes fixated on the road, not a hint of doubt in his mind. My own mind however, has me worried, there's something strange about this whole set up with Greyson, either that or I'm going really overthinking it. Probably the latter.
I can hear the blaring music despite us being a block away. It wouldn't surprise me if someone has already called the police. Ethan parks his car behind a mass of others, he certainly wasn't exaggerating when he said that Greyson had invited the whole school.
"If you stick with me you'll be fine" Ethan says, noticing my apprehension. I nod at him, but can't help think that the quite opposite will happen.
As we approach the large house, the music shakes the walls, shouting is audible from the outside and I rub my temples knowing tonight will be just as I had anticipated: to many drunk and horny teenagers.
"Ethan!" Becca Williams' red head and screeching voice reaches us as we enter the chaos. She wraps her arms around him, her breath oozing with the smell of alcohol. As her gaze meets mine, she gives a trivial laugh.
"It's not a good party, unless you're drunk" she exclaims, placing two shot glasses in our hands. Despite my better judgement, the only way to ease this process is to drink. As I swallow the bright, blue, acidic liquid, my thirst burns and I have to fight the urge to throw it all back up.
"It's not that bad Soph" Ethan laughs, as my face contorts into a look of disgust.
"It's horrible" I state, trying to get rid of the horrific after taste.
"Well it is for someone who never drinks" Becca patronizes, her tone urges me to prove her wrong and I take a second drink from her grasp.
I soon forget all indication of how much I have drank. Becca continues to hand me the alcoholic substance, which has now lost its taste, as my mouth has become numb. I lose Taylor in the crowd of people.
My head begins to feel heavy and I want nothing more than to sit down. I fight my way up the flight of stairs, searching for an empty room. The aching in my head, gradually transforms into pain and I wince. My sight becomes blurred and my mind fails to fathom what is before me, as my body collides with Greyson's.
"Sophie. Are you okay?" He asks and I can vaguely make out the concern leaking from his facial expression. My body reacts as a response as involuntarily start to show signs of unconsciousness.
"Shit, you need to lie down somewhere" The brown haired boy lead me to a quiet room so I can regain my strength.
"Please tell me you haven't drank anything that red head has. I saw her spiking her own stuff before, but I didn't think she'd give it to anyone" his voice cracks every so slightly and I nod my head is embarrassment. My kids become heavy I lose sight of the pair of brown eyes.
