Neverlost

Piper.

  I hugged my knees to my chest, and looked up at the grey cloudy sky. Rain half-heartedly drizzled from the sky, wind blowing my fringe into my eyes. I flicked it aside and complained "I'm cold." As I often did, as everybody often did, because everyones always cold. 

  "And me." Said Gem, pushing herself forward on the creaky swing.

"It's not so bad for you though," I complained. "You've got Jones!" Gem giggled, hugging her boyfriend closer. "You've got Matt!" She laughed.

  I glared at her, "Awrh, shut up!" I moaned, throwing my school bag at her. I missed, hitting only her feet. "It was one night. A whole year ago. And I was drunk. And I never even liked him that much anyway." 

"You were OBSESSED with him!" Gem exploded. 

"Was not!!" I yelled back. 

"Ooh, who can blame her, look at that body. And his nose. And the lovely greasy, shiny locks of his." Jones chipped in. Gem make a puking noise, and then slapped Jones playfully saying, 

"Now now, I know he's gorgeous but you have to remember he's Pipers. And your mine. Okay?"

"Okay." Jones grinned and kissed Gem, putting his hand at the small of her waist and  with his other hand he pushed  her blond curls out of her face. "You are beautiful, Gem Havenstone, you know that?" Gem laughed again, her eyes lighting up. She buried her face in Jones' shoulder and he kissed her cheek. I pulled out my phone and texted nobody to avoid awkwardness. I loved both Gem and Jones but it wasn't the same now they were going out with each other, I missed being best friends, just the three of us. 

 "Gem," I called, making her turn around.

"Mm?" She replied. "What d'you want?"

"We've got to go. We got Carla's party to get ready for, biatch."

"Okay, biatch, I'm moving now." She kissed Jones again, and, giving him one last hug and exchanging 'I love yous' 'I'll miss yous' and 'I'll see you at the partys' she finally decided to walk back to mine to get ready for Carlas house party.

  Four huge heels, four fake lashes, twenty fake nails, one and a half bottles of fake tan, two extremely short dresses, about three trucks of makeup, a small bottle of vodka and five hours later, me and Gem were just about ready for the party. "Mam!" I yelled up the stairs, "I'm leaving!"

"Alright, babe. Just dont do anything stupid, will you?"

"Course not mammy dear. I've taken the drink from the cupoard under the sink, okay?"

"Alright, love. You got to pay me back for that mind!"

"But its not my fault theres no drink at the party!! Carlas a skint little-"

"Oi! Your going to her party,  remember?"

"Okay, fine. I'll be back later, if I'm not, I'm fine, I'm just staying at someones. Like Gems. Okay?"

"Okay, have a nice time!"

Me and Gem arrived to pounding music at the party. "It looks pretty good!" Gem said, grinning, as she dragged me up the concrete steps up to Carlas door. Carla swung open the door just before we reached it. Her dress was falling down at the top, she only had one shoe on and her hair was falling out of place. Her face was red and it was clear she'd had a little to much than the average fifteen year old should. "Piper!!! Gem!!!" She shreiked, grabbing and hugging us. "Welcome, to my house. My..house," She repeated it again, trying to splutter out the words. "You bring some drink, yeah?" Every word in her sentence slurred together, and she moved her head alone with the tone of her voice. 

"Yeah, Carl!" I said, producing the vodka bottles and strongbow cans from my bag. "For us."

"Wheeey," Carla giggled, holding onto a chair. "Well at least you can handle your drink, unlike 'im." She motioned her hand towards the living room where loads of boys were dancing, standing, sat or passed out. She could have meant any of them. "Yeah!" I laughed, taking a swig from the Vodka. 

...

  "I know, I know!" I giggled to Chris, not hearing anything he said, just agreeing and laughing. He came up right close to my ear, so I could smell the alchohol on his breath. "Your looking pretty good tonight, Piper." He murmured. I looked up at his chiselled face. He looked pretty good, actually, too. I mean, I'd always found him okay, but now, tonight, at this party , he looked drop-dead gorgeous, sweeping blond hair, styled perfectly, mesmerising bright blue eyes, a body to die for. "Not too bad yourself," I replied. He grinned and laughed at the same time, 

"Oh, thanks, Pipe. All in a days work for Christopher Vallery." He put his hand on my back and pulled me closer towards him. I laughed, and took another drink. 

"I like a girl that can handle her drink.." Chris said. "Can you really handle it though, Piper?"

I was outraged. Of course I could. "Yeah!" I shouted back at him. 

"Go on then, down all this!" 

After that, I can only remember parts of what happened that night. Gem trying to take my drink off me. Drinking. Lights flashing in my eyes. Drinking. Dancing with Chris. Drinking. Kissing Chris. Drinking. Walking upstairs with Chris. Drinking. Going into a room with Chris.  My dress, thrown on the floor. 

  And now here I am. Waking up, half dressed, at three in the afternoon, in a bed with Christopher Vallery.

Shit.

I jumped out of the bed with a start and grabbed my clothes and pulled them on. Shit, shit shit. A clock on a table ticked and it was the only noise in the house, other than mine and Christophers breathing. I shivered, barely able to look at Chris. I caught my own eye in a mirror. I could hardly bear to look at myself, hair half done, makeup down my face, dress falling off, lost my shoes. Had'nt I only just yesterday thought that Carla looked awful drunk? She wasn't the one with a hangover and having just...Oh shit. I'd always promised myself I wouldent end up like this. What if..? No. No, that couldent happen, that was'nt going to happen to me.

  My head was pounding, and the whole room seemed to be spinning. After running to the toilet to be sick, and finding a girl lying in the bath and a boy already propped up on the toilet I threw up in the sink. Oh well. I had bigger stuff to worry about. I came back to see Chris starting to wake up. He sat up, half-opened his eyes, rubbed his head, groaned and went back to sleep. The brief moment I saw his eyes, they were no longer a 'mesmerising blue', they were a muddy green colour. He did'nt have an amazing body or lovely hair, he had no personality and had just used me. And I was stupid enough to let him!? I hated myself for this.

  I stormed out of the bedroom downstairs, collapsing on the setee into tears. Why, why why had I been so stupid!? 

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Reassuring, kind.