Blending into the background

Chapter one: Blending into the background

Chapter one :

I couldn't believe i let those imbeciles do this.... AAARRGGHHHH

I let out a slow breath and took in a deep breath trying to calm myself down before i exploded out of sheer boredom and anger. Here i stood at the entrance to the house party looking around trying to find my friends and find that they have completely deserted me! They were the ones who made me come here and now they just disappear into the crowd the minute we hit the doorway.

With a slight sigh i push past the grinding and drunk teenagers towards the bar area. The table was linned with bottles full of smirnoff, vodka, kiss and much..much more, at the back of all the alcohol i got to a crate full of bottled ice tea, with a breath of relief i took one and went back through the throng of bodies towards the backyard hoping to find a place quiet enough for me to hear myself think.

There was a fountain in the middle of a perfectly green garden now littered with plastic cups, plastic plates and beer and vodka bottles. There were about 3 groups of people back here, 2 of them were clearly the druggies enjoying having the fresh air on their clamy, drugged and pink faces as they wave around joints and beer bottles that look like their contents were a bit too murky.

I took a seat on the patio steps looking through the haze of smoke and tried to will time to pass quickly so i could go home making the 'i'm feeling sick' excuse with my friends. I just need to make sure that they are extremely distracted when i tell them I'm going home so that they don't really pay me to much mind, otherwise i would be stuck here the whole night while i watched immature teenagers poison their bodies.

I snapped out of my thoughts when i fell eyes on me, i turned towards the source of those eyes only to find they belonged to Hunter and his group of friends, the third group of people i had forgotten to acknowledge earlier. I saw them looking at me in a scrutinizing manner. I really don't blame them for questioning me because i'm at a house party crowded with alcohol and boys and i'm sitting on the patio steps with my eyes closed and my head pointed towards the sky, i'm also only dressed in my black skinny jeans, my leather jacket and my purple and dark blue vans, so not what other girls are wearing.

I smirk at the 7 of them and get a small thrill of satisfaction when i see disbelief cross their features. Something you need to know about Hunter and his boys is that they are the bad boys of the school, they are the boys rumored to be in a gang and they are the group that no one goes near to, the group that no one speaks against and most definitely they are the group of boys that no-one EVER smirks at...

Theirs a first time for everything boys i think to myself as i walk to my motorbike and ride away without telling my friends i was leaving, its their fault they made me come and then they ditched me. I wonder if Hunter and them recognized me? I doubt it, i smirked to myself. Anyway why would they recognize me? I was the girl that no-one knew about, i was the girl that blended into the background..