The Way We Were

The Way We Party

Mercedes looked across the cafeteria. The school was clique happy and she and Quinn had to sit with the other cheerleaders. The football players sat next to each other on the other side of the room. She was checking for Puck (or Noah as she called him in her head).

She found out that he played football and he sat with Mike, his new friend, Matt and the tall guy Quinn had a crush on, Finn. They sat with two other guys, too. Two heavier guys that seemed to be as close as she and Quinn were.

She sighed to herself when she spotted him. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt today and it was open with a white tank top under it.

Suddenly he disappeared from view.

She sat up straight as she noticed some kid walking up to their table. He stopped when he reached them and smiled. "Ladies!"

"Hi, Bobby!" A cheerleader batted her lashes at him.

"I'm having my annual back to school party this Friday and I'd love it if all of you could make it." He winked.

"All of us?" A shy freshman asked with an audible gulp.

"Sure thing. If you don't know where I live, just ask a person that's been to one of my parties before. They're always killer. See you, girls." He walked away.

"Did you hear that, Mercy?!" Quinn hissed. "A high school party! A real high school party!"

Mercedes was dumbfounded herself. "Wow!"

"You should totally go." Santana said as she ate. "He's right. The parties are usually pretty good."

"You've been before?" Quinn asked.

"We went to the same middle school." Brittany explained.

"Well then we're going."

W.W.W.

"You're not going." Judy said.

"But Mom-!" Quinn protested.

"No. How are you going to get there? Mikey is grounded."

"We could walk!"

"No, that is too dangerous." Judy went about cleaning up. Her cleaning skills were way better than her cooking ones.

"If we find a way there and back, can we go?"

Judy sighed. She hated fighting with her family. "Of course."

Quinn ran out of the room and called Laura. She was going to this party, if everyone else had to die.

W.W.W.

Marcy laughed. "How'd you get roped into taking them to this party?"

Marc pouted. "She begged for a long time."

Mercedes smiled. Marc was always her backup plan. "Thank you so much! I love you."

"Yeah, yeah." Marc waved a hand. "Hurry up and get ready. I still want to make my date."

Mercedes was already calling Quinn as she headed upstairs.

Marcy smirked. "Good luck getting laid."

Marc's face went blank as horror took over. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the kitchen. "What do you know about anything?!"

"I'm not stupid. If I can't abstain and I'm a thirteen year old good girl, how can a seventeen year old bad boy?"

"I'm not a bad boy." He frowned.

"You're too charming. That makes you bad boy material. You just don't break any hearts. Yet."