Walking Dead Game Collection

"Party Time"

Title: Party Time
Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Louis, Violet, Minerva, Duck, Brody
Summary: In a high school au, Clementine, the new shy girl, ends up at a high school party with Duck the jock, Marlon the edgy boy, and Louis the theatre kid. Slowly developing feelings for Clementine, Marlon and Louis scheme to get Duck out of the picture with Clementine remains completely oblivious. The entire time, Violet and Minerva watch everything unfold from the sidelines.
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Clementine hated parties. More so, she hated the people that were at said parties.

Before she had moved, that was all that kids in her school did: got drunk, got high, repeat. They were never interested in art, or books, or film. Nothing like what she was into. She stuck out like a sore thumb.

She had hoped that Savannah would be different but so far, seeing as she had only been there for a week and a half and already she was invited to a "we won a single football game and therefore need to all get drunk" party, her hope was dissipating quickly.

The only thing she had yet to figure out about her new school were the ways in which their cliques worked, because so far, given her experience with the place, they didn't.

Unlike any other school she had ever been to, there weren't set cliques: the cool kids, the smokers, the rocker kids, etc. Instead, here, everyone was mixed in. The average clique had a bit of everything, and Clementine couldn't tell if she loved or hated it.

Realistically, it meant she had a better chance of finding a group to hang out with. However, the added stress of not having an obvious target group to seek out was daunting. Where did one seek to find their place in a school where everyone already had it figured themselves out?

Within her first few minutes at the party, Clem could tell she was in for trouble. Everyone had already sorted themselves out into their respective groups, and she sat in the middle of a coach, talking to nobody, sipping away at her lemon water like a total idiot.

"Dude, have you seen the new girl yet?"

Marlon could feel his shoulder rattle as Louis jostled it. "New girl?" Marlon groaned, adjusting the earring that the contact had tugged at. Maybe it was because Louis was the school's prized theater kid, but he had a tendency to be exuberant with every motion. The charm of it was what originally had drawn them to one another, but more often than not these days, Marlon just found it to be grating.

Louis turned, giving Marlon a skeptical once over. "You mean you haven't?"

Marlon stared at him, brows raised, confused at the weird way he was acting. "No, I haven't. Can you chill out? It's just a girl. Who cares."

"You should and I do," Louis scoffed, his shirt fabric twinkling under the dim living room lighting. Louis always dressed up when he went anywhere. Theater kids.

His glimmer wasn't thanks to him alone. The party was hosted at the rich girl's house — Minerva, head of the art club. Apparently her parents left town for the weekend and put her in charge. It was big news around school that they hadn't taken kindly to hearing about her girlfriend, Violet, and Minerva made a big spectacle about her "revenge house party" to get back at them.

A high school student body didn't need a reason to party, but for revenge? As if any of them would say no.

Marlon rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested."

"In girls? Guys? Or do you mean you're not interested in anybody?"

Marlon gave him a daring look. To anyone else, the look would be horrifying, seeing as head-to-toe Marlon was dressed like he was out to kill — black jeans, a leather jacket, thick black boots and a chain earring on his left ear — but it didn't phase Louis. It never did. He knew what a softie the guy was, despite his dark exterior.