The Pink House Wadger

Chapter 4

CLARA WINTERS P.O.V.

Too much money, too much time spent, too much food, too many people, and for what? Just so Ivy could meet three hot guys? This was a waste, a waste of everything. How did it come to this, and why had I let it go this far? Before I could piece that together Ivy walked into the party atmosphere wearing the skimpiest dress I'd ever seen. I guess I could add one more thing to my too much list, too much cleavage.

"So are you calling a dibs on one?" She stared nonchalantly placing a stack of  napkins down next to snack dips.

"Dibs? Dibs on what? The guac?" I stated giving her my side eye as I laid plastic utensils on the fold out table.

"No not the gauc— I'm talking about Layton's friends, but the way you described them, they do sound like snacks." She smirkered, bumping me lightly with her hip.

"Oh Ivy they aren't snacks, they're full course meals." I remarked, only half joking.

"we talking Christmas dinners?" Ivy asked both eyebrows raised with a funny look playing on her face.

"Thanksgiving." Was all I had to say,  leaving Ivy looking star struck with the most devilish grin on her face.

LAYTON DINOVO P.O.V.

   I had five minutes, five whole minutes until I had to be at 'my' party. I was hoping, praying that everyone would be drunk enough to agree that this was my party to convince the boys. I wasn't worried about Flynn and Austin, Flynn was brain dead drunk and Austin was too flighty to care. Carter, was the one I had to worry about. It's hard to believe that with alcohol in his system he could become more vicious and condescending. Even though all odds were against me I was still gonna give it a go. As I headed towards Clara's house I prayed that everything would work out in the end.

CLARA WINTERS P.O.V.

   I felt like I was working magic as I monitored the party. As far as I knew nobody had broken anything, and I had stopped at least two couples from going into our rooms to hookup. Everything was running as smooth as a drunken beach party could, that was until I saw four Barbie beach boys walking around. Knowing that Layton and the gang would be up to no good, I hastily made my way over to eavesdrop.

"At least this party isn't as lame as the one you threw freshman year of high school." I heard Carter state patronizing whoever he was speaking to no doubt. The fact that he was coming at Ivy and I's party was rude and unnecessary, but I guess that's Carter in a nutshell.

"Everyone loved my fourth of July bash! And that party was where you finally got the balls to ask Sierra Carson on a date, you owe that party your life." Layton beamed, seeming proud of the party he must have whipped up years ago.

"Well, actually Sierra ended up just being a hot disappointment, a lot like your party in that sense." Carter continued, knowing he'd just won yet another roast battle, without so much as batting an eyelashe.

"Your just pissed beca—" Layton tried before being cut off.

"Guys, guys! Why are you arguing about who threw the worst party when Flynn's seventeenth birthday was the biggest fail yet!" Austin reasoned. I know I'd only met the guy once, but from how sweet he seemed at the door I didn't expect him to be the type of person to throw insults, even if was all in good fun. I assume it's because of the two biggest douche canoes I've ever met, that he called friends. Friends rub off on you, I know that, but if I can resist acting like Ivy I pray Austin can resist acting like Layton and Carter.

"Austin, buddy, I will slap you so hard even Google won't be able to find you." Flynn threatened with the biggest smile, really showing off his freckled cheeks.