Short Stories

A Guy Named Ryan

Every year since 1998, the Voloikiv family has hosted wild and outrageous parties, thanks to the Voloikiv offsprings. The most recent and famous of the Voloikiv's, Luke Voloikiv, decided that he was going to throw a HUGE birthday party for himself while his parents were vacationing in Paris. This party just so happened to be mascarade-themed, where in order to stay, you must wear a decent looking mask...

 Skylar

 "Skylar! You must go with me. I have no one to go with and showing up to Voloikiv's party is just humiliating." Sebastian cried, flinging himself onto my bed. I was standing in front of my full length mirror, examining my butt in a pair of new silver jeans that looked like they belonged in the disco swinger days/ I turned to him and made a face.

"Luke Voloikiv's party? How did you get an invite?" He shrugged.

"I slept with a guy who is in Voloikiv's crew. How did you not get an invite? I thought you two were all 'buddy-buddy',"

"Just because he occasionally shares answers with me and I him in Psychology, doesn't mean that I automatically get an invite," I put my finger to my lip. "However, I did tell him that I couldn't go because I was busy-"

"When you have absolutely nothing to do!" Seb exclaimed, jumping on my bed, "You're my date! No excuses now!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed the tube of pomegranate chapstick.

"Fine then. But what will I wear?" Seb shoved his finger out, covering my lips and with the other, dug out a stormy grey decorated mask.

"This." He then turned and walked out of the room. "Tomorrow night, eight o' clock. Be on your doorstep. Or else."

Well crap.

I heard the door slam and I feel back on my bed, the mask falling next to me.

"Ugh!"
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 "Good girl. You made it." Seb got out of his expensive blue Lamborghini, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, and a black mask. I was wearing a blue low-cut v-neck that fit like a glove, a pair or jean shorts ending mid-thigh, and my mask. Surprisingly, Seb and I were both wearing our matching black Converse.

"You clean up nicely, Clover Boy."

"So do you, Public School." He teased, opening the door and letting me in before running to his side and doing to same thing for himself. And we began to drive away as I fell asleep. "Skylar! Wake up! We're here!" I looked over at him, pissed as he, only to see him with a pair of shades on his perfect face, his mask in his hand, and a smirk also on his face. Bastard.

"How long was I out, asshole?" He took the shades off, threw them behind him into the small backseat, put on his mask, and got out of the car. I followed suit.

"Three minutes and counting. Ready to party?"

"I guess." His smirk turned into a cocky grin as he dragged me towards the party.

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 "Sebastian. Glad you could make it." Luke eyed me up and down, unable to identify me. "And who is this lovely thing? I thought you were gay, man."

"This, my friend, is Ally. She's from the preppy girl's academy in Jersey." Omfgamoac, he was actually doing it.

You see, earlier in the year, both Sebastian and I made a bet of some unimportant topic, in which, if he won, he would get to change my name to anything for one night to fool people.

"Last name? She looks familiar."

"Her last name is-"

"I got it Sebastian." I turned to Luke and smiled. "Ally Volitarie. Nice to meet you," I stuck my hand out.