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"You're leaving me," Ember whined to her best friend, Olivia. She anxiously tugged at the dress that was a bit too tight and a bit too short.

"Yes, but only for a second." The girl paused, looking past Ember. "I'll be back in a minute, just wait here."

Her eyes traveled over the crowd, observing their every move. She noticed how some girls danced in a giant group screeching the lyrics to whatever song was playing. Boys obnoxiously chest bumped and yelled at each other in a heated game of beer pong. A lot of people stood around with a plastic cup in one hand, their phone in the other.

And then there was Ember.

Stood awkwardly in the corner of the room wishing that she had held her ground against Olivia's constant begging.

Ten minutes had passed and she was still by herself in the corner. Olivia had promised to stay by her side if she went to the Friday night party, but that just wasn't the case. Ember had tried to entertain herself with her phone, however, the battery was almost fully drained.

She had two options: 1) walk 7 blocks home in the 4-inch heels Olivia had her wear (or walk barefoot but that sounded a bit gross) or 2) find a charger as well as her best friend.

Debating her options, Ember walked outside into the backyard. Even though she had yet to have a drink, her thoughts were being clouded by just the smell of alcohol.

As she slipped through the sliding glass door into the night, the air raised goosebumps along her arms and legs. Besides the fact that it was freezing, being outside, away from everyone, was much more comfortable.

Taking a seat on one of the patio chairs, Ember let her body relax. The longer she sat in the chair, the more the thought of walking home sounded awful. Her eyes fell down on the luminescent screen of her phone.

5% left.

The creak of the sliding glass door caught Ember's attention away from her dying phone. A boy stood in the frame. He wore a green hoodie and black sweats. Tufts of dark hair peeked out from under the hood. He carried a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other.

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