Change for Them

Live or Die a Legend

Stepping through that front door, I felt immediate regret. Although the party was in the yard, the house itself displayed the after effects of whatever is going on outside. I shouldn't have went there. 

The first floor was wide and open, with a kitchen on one side and the other what seemed to be a living room. There was a group of girls leaning on the island counter. Each with a red solo cup in hand, giggling at the guys that dared approach them.  Two couples on the couch were gyrating their hips together and doing other various disgusting things. Maybe I was jealous, maybe I wanted someone to love me enough to do those things with me.

Someone to love me enough just to touch me, gently even.

I made my way to the backyard. Where the real party was being held.

Rhythmic lyrics loud, bass even louder. I felt the vibrations rattle my ribcage, practically strong enough to leave bruises.  Dotted strobe lights flutter around me and the crowd, little butterflies beautifying all they touch. Their wings made me sick.

Filled with faces, there were some young, and some old. At least, too old to be partying with teenagers anyway. Despite the fact that they would never give me the time of day during school, to acknowledge my presence or otherwise, I felt as if all eyes were on me, waiting to see what I might do.  Something entertaining, like a fat bong rip or vape tricks. I couldn't do either of those. Honestly, I've never done drugs before, let alone touch them. I attempted to get some weed once, but the dealer didn't take me seriously.

Riddled with anxiety, I pulled my hood over as swift as possible.

There was an sea of dancing people, some jumping, some shouting, shaking their hips, waving their hands, and the very few who knew what they were doing and were doing it well.

It was fascinating to finally witness firsthand. The whole thing was just like the movies, loud rambunctious, drunk, horny teenagers having a good time.  I didn't think I would ever be invited to one of these, and yet here I am. I wanted to be a wallflower and just watch, but I was here thanks to somebody.

But I didn't know who. So I followed the instructions on the note that was slipped into my locker.

In big, bold red letters, the front of the card read;

"7 YEARS OF VICTORY : WINNERS ONLY!"

I guess I was a winner then.

A couple of footballs and basketballs adorned the front as well.

The address;

4182 Normandy Dr,
Knuffin, KS 383

Although this was a small town, that address meant that living here was only for the elite. That included politicians, doctors, and lawyers, which also happen to be the people who owned the house. Specifically, the parents of Braxton James, also affectionately known as 'BJ'.

The back of the card;

"Hey CK, I was wondring if u'd want hang out here? I nevr really got the chance to talk to u since our skejules r so difrint-"

God awful spelling. Maybe it was a foreign exchange student? Probably not likely, since Knuffin isn't too kind to outsiders, and KHS is even worse. But it felt nice to be called CK, rather than the usual names that I'd rather not think about.

"I'll be sittin on couch on the deck. Luv to c u there!"

Atop the stairs that led back inside, I could see a few things. The DJ table situated in the back with speakers facing the crowd. The back was facing towards the open woods, which were surely disturbed. It was occupied by a man armored with nothing but his goatee, some glowing armbands, and swim trunks. No shirt, very sweaty. He shook his head vigorously to the up tempo rhythm and adjusted buttons and notches how he saw fit.