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Chapter 2

Hunk of the side is Adrien ;) mmmmmm

Chapter 2

The only thing running through my mind as I parked some way away from Jake’s house was that I was going to die tonight. The beach house was packed, and I mean from the sanded-down, wooden floorboard to polished ceiling, packed. The two story private beach house had music pounding through the street that I could feel through my sandals.

Abby had a huge smile on her face, and I could tell she was getting herself into the party mood. Her walk changed to something a bit more seductive; had a little more sway of the hips to the music, and I lagged behind her, not really wanting to go. We reached the entrance too soon, and she waited for me to catch up before saying she was going to go find Harry.

I was so happy for her then. Harry Way has been the guy that she’s been dreaming about since middle school, before he got popular, and she finally got to go out with him, albeit in an extremely crowded house. I looked sulkily up at the white porch of the beautiful house. Even though you can’t see it with the teenagers on the roof and some making out by the windows and stairs, the house is really stunning. Right now, though, I didn’t care about the beauty, I just wanted Abby to have a good time so we can leave.

Pushing past the couple practically having sex on the porch, I clutched my bag tightly and made my way through the dancing and tightly packed hormonal teenagers on the inside. I had it hugged to my chest where I could see it, and finally reached the entrance to the beach. It felt as though I could finally breathe, and I inhaled a large volume of salty air. I heard the wave’s crash on the shore, the bonfire crackling, and laughter everywhere. The music from inside thumped through my body as I made my way down the beach, taking off my shoes and holding them in one hand.

The bonfire crackled loudly and already drunk people were dancing around the flames, in the sand, doing things I never really want to see, and singing off key. A few meters away from the bonfire, the beach was deserted, the music died out, and the sand turned into foliage. The beige of the sand thinned out and became lightly full of grass and tree’s dotted the lining before becoming thicker. Flowers of pink and yellow sprung up randomly, creating a wild garden.

I sat down by a palm tree, where the sand just starts to change to grass, and pulled out my Batman comic and a flashlight. This backpack was my E.B.A.P. It stands for ‘Emergency Backpack for Abby’s Parties’. It contains a flashlight, a bottle of water, gummy bears, headache tablets, underwear, and, as proven to be useful for Abby on many occasions, condoms. Before doing anything, I took off my bikini top, knowing I’m probably only going to move from this spot when something happens or to go get more snacks, and put it in the bag, feeling more comfortable without it, and clicked my flashlight on to read the comic.

The night grew darker as it became later, and I could hear the noise of the party grow louder with each passing minute. All around me, it was pitch black, except for the bonfire some distance away. It was like a huge fireball that crackled and let off tiny orange sparks that looked like faeries escaping to fiery flames to go back to Never Neverland. The light shone on the beach like a halo, and was reflected in the ocean that was silent next to the noise of everyone outside. It seemed as though the party had moved onto the beach, as it was a lot more crowded now, and I let my mind wander as I stared at the towering flames. My Batman comic was finished and I just leant back on my hands, playing with the sand-grass between my toes.

I never really liked bras. I felt constricted in them, and I was brought up to embrace your body; my parents certainly embraced their own. Being brought up with my mum got me into the habit of hardly wearing a bra at home, and she said it was great exercise for your pecks. Taking a swig of water, I tried to listen to the waves as my mind fought over whether it really was healthy to not wear a bra, before switching to the question, ‘If you get a tattoo on your boob, does it promote cancer?’ I never even heard the thing that suddenly came out of the wild behind me.