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I glance over at my nightstand when I hear my phone vibrate. I read a message I've received from my friend Tessa.

"Hey are you going to the party tonight?"

"No my parents are being assholes" I reply lying

"Thats bullshit you told me your parents will be out of town until next week. So get your ass outta bed I'm omw to pick you up."

I sigh and head over to my bathroom to some quick makeup.

I usually like to go to parties, but this specific one is being thrown by the schools biggest asshole and fuckboy Ethan Dolan.

He thinks he's the shit because he's a senior and because he's hot. He has every girl in the school at the tip of his fingers but not me. I'm the only one who sees that he's a douche bag.

Apart from the fact that he's a fuckboy and a prick, he's a druggie. Which is the cherry on top of the cake.

Once I finish off my makeup, I quickly straighten my hair and pick out an outfit. I hear a honk coming from downstairs so I know its Tessa. I grab my phone and head out the door.

"Damn Vale, I though you didn't wanna go" She says winking at you

"I don't but if I am I might as well look good."

We ride listening to music and talking.

Once we arrive we see drunk people on the grass and porch.

Damn its only nine and people are blackout drunk already.

When we walk in the smell of weed and alcohol hits my nose.

I see hundreds of people dancing and laughing. Tessa immediately heads over to the alcohol and leaves me high and dry.

Don't get me wrong she's my best friend but she can get a little wild. Her and I are like polar opposites she's loud and energetic and I'm quiet and keep to myself most of the time. It's kinda weird that I enjoy parties but I guess I like to let loose sometimes.

I walk over to the alcohol and take a cup of whatever the fuck it is and head over to the dance floor. I get checked out a couple times but I don't care. I'm not looking for a relationship right know anyways.

The more drinks I down, the more happy I begin to feel.

At this point I feel someone come up behind me and grab my waist, yet I'm so busy dancing I don't even turn around to see who it is. I start grinding on him and I hear him groan. I'm quickly turned around to face the person I never though I would.

"Ethan"

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