The Quirky Tale Of How My Best Friend And I Fell In Love

Chapter 2 - Let's Get It Started

Chapter 2 - Let's Get It Started

The first school week went faster than I thought it would.

It was finally Friday and Vanessa could not stop talking about that party Luke is throwing.
It's driving me insane listening to her ramble on about it.
But it's not only Vanessa talking about the party, Literally everyone in the school was. It's like everywhere I went people were talking about it, every corner I turned, In the cafeteria, the parking lot, even in the girls toilets people were talking about it insisting that it'll be the biggest and best party of the year.
I doubt that it would be the biggest of the year because of course there is still our Prom after party. But I feel like Luke's back to school party would come really close.

Luke's parents were out of town this week from Thursday to Monday and he thought it would be an awesome idea to have a back to school party and literally invited the whole school. Luke was known for his very wild parties. Every time he had one, you wanted to be invited because it's that good.
A lot of people throw parties but Luke's is and will always be the best. He had an endless supply of drinks, he had rooms available for people to you know 'Have sex' and also his neighbours never called the cops. Apparently his parents work a lot and fly all over America to work and they are barley home. I have a hunch that his parents know all about his wild parties but couldn't care less as long as the house doesn't burn down to the ground.

Even though we weren't really close with Luke; Hunter, Vanessa and I were always invited. I'm not a massive partier but I will go to a few and let loose. Last time I let loose at Luke's I almost went skinny dipping and threw up in Luke's mothers vase which was very, very expensive so I'm not so fond of getting drunk again and that's not even half of what I do when intoxicated.
I always end up doing the stupidest shit.

After school was finished, Hunter drove us back to my place so we could get ready.
"I'll be back to pick you both up at 9pm." He said while getting into his car and turning on the engine.

"See you at 9." Both Vanessa and I said while waving.

I got out my key and opened the door. It looked like no one was home. Dad was taking my bother out to see a basketball game tonight as a father-son bonding thing.
The kitchen light was on so Dad must have accidentally forgot to turn it off. I felt a little hungry so I walked into the pantry and grabbed a packet of chips.
Vanessa and I walked up stairs to my room and start to chat about what we're going to wear.
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"No, No, Maybe, No, Definitely not, Ehhhh looks alright but not hot enough, No, No, Ewww why do you even have this?" For the past 20 minutes, Vanessa sifter through all my clothing. Not finding a single thing for me to wear. All my clothes was spread over my floor and it honestly looked like a huge bomb went off in my room. I was quietly munching on my chips waiting for her to finally realise I didn't have a dress and so then I could bail but obviously not.

She chucked out a few boxes that were on the floor in the wardrobe. I start to drift off to sleep with my bag of chip in hand when suddenly the mad woman started shouting and scared the shit out of me.

"Holy shit!!! The mother freaking dress was on the floor the whole time."
She held up a way too short, skin tight red dress.
"I didn't even know I owned that.
But there is no way in hell I'm wearing that dress Vanessa. I'm going to look like a fucking prostitute." I almost scream horrified.
"Lexie, chill out. This is nothing to compared to other girls outfits. They literally just wear a bra and underwear and call it a cute outfit. This dress is sexy, hot but also cute as fuck and it's doesn't make you look like you're wearing underwear!" Vanessa pointed out hold up the red dress up so I could take it and put it on. I glared at her for a minute but soon after I realise that I was never going to win this fight. I grabbed the dress and headed to the bathroom.