No Place for Bad Girls

The Party

POV~Megan

I hurry home, suddenly excited to go to the party tonight. Usually, I don't go to parties. Loud music with a huge crowd? I don't think so.

But Henry was so persistent, and he makes me feel...well I don't know. I've never felt like this before...it feels like mush and stickiness. I have a love/hate relationship with this feeling.

When I get to my garage, I'm careful to creep into the house without slamming doors so my dad doesn't know I'm home. I head up the stairs quietly, and when I get to my room I let out a breath I'd actually been holding. It's like my dad can sense me or something, but I'd gotten used to it.

"OK, OK something to wear...anything?" I mutter to myself as I search my closet.

Usually I'm not to picky about what I'm wearing, but today I am for some reason. Henry is making me lose my mind. I pull out a black leather jacket and nod. The rest of the outfit is easy to find; black ripped jeans and a white crop top. I pull the outfit on and shuffle to the bathroom.

Once I have my makeup on, I pull out the curling iron and dust it off. I haven't used the iron since middle school, and I can only pray I don't burn my hair off. I carefully iron my hair, making extra sure I don't keep the iron on each strand for too long.

Suddenly, I hear my dad's booming footsteps coming up the stairs. My breath catches in my throat, and as quickly as possible I turn off the lights and unplug the iron. I was finished with my hair anyways. I swiftly jump in the shower and move into a crouch. My dad stops right outside the bathroom door, and just when I think he'll move on, he swings open the door.

"GOTCHA!" He shouts.

Tears sting my eyes, and I hold my breath so he doesn't hear me at all. He slowly creeps around the bathroom, and right before he grabs the shower curtain, I jump out of the shower and run down the stairs. I hear his loud feet chase after me, but I'm too quick. At the last second I grab my purse, phone, and shoes. Since the shoes I grab happen to have small heal on them, I end up having to run in my socks until I'm far enough away he can't see me.

I sit on a bench and slip them on. After I rest a little I get up and skim where I am. It looks like I'm not too far off from the Karaoke place, maybe 15 more minutes before I'm there. I get up from the bench, and begin walking towards the direction of it.

POV~Henry

I get up from the spot I'm at, restless and sweaty. It's been 30 minutes since the party started, and I'm afraid that maybe she forgot about it. Or just decided not to come. No, I think. She wouldn't do that.

All of a sudden the karaoke door swings open. I turn to see Megan stagger into the place. She immediately skims the place, I hope in search for me. When her eyes land on me, a soft smile creeps on her face and she stumbles towards me.

"Hey dork," she says, flashing me a smile.

I roll my eyes. "I thought we discussed YOU were the dork."

"Are you sure? Because, I distinctly remember us agreeing on you."

I shake my head and grab her hand, leading her over to a table.

"Guys, this is Megan. Megan, guys."

She blushes and waves a little. The guys all wave, barely looking up from their chicken wings.

I sigh. "Don't mind them, they're usually more talkative."

She raises an eyebrow. "Uhuh."

Then, she flashes me a grin. "Remember our deal!" She sings.

I smile. "How could I forget?"

The truth is, I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to sing. I know I want to make it about her...I just have no clue what song yet. I hope she's not a clueless person like I am, because I want her to know it's about her without telling her.

I move a little closer to her. "So, are you going to sing a song?"

She looks at me like I'm nuts. "I don't sing."

Oh yes, I get to make fun of her. "Are you suuuuure? Because for a person who listens to music all the time, you have to sing at least SOMETHING."

She flashes me a death stare. "Just because I listen to music doesn't mean I sing."

I sigh. "Alright, but I won't say I told you so." I turn to her and smile. "I should've mentioned, if you want to get into this place you have to sing. The manager says so."

She groans, but I can see a smile creep on her face.

"I see that smile of yours peaking through," I tease, wiggling my finger at her mouth.

She swats away my finger and tries her hardest to stop smiling. It's not working.

The manager walks up to the microphone, and everyone cheers.

"Thank you everyone! Now, do we have any people who have never been here before?" He asks the crowd.

Megan shrinks beside me, but I raise her hand and shout, "She hasn't! She's never been here!"

Megan yanks down her hand and sticks a tongue out at me. Hey, at least she's not mad.

"Alright! Come on up here than! Every new person has to sing!"

She sighs. "I've heard," she mutters to herself.

She purposely staggers up there, thanking the manager and walking over to the song book. She tells the DJ something, and he nods.

She walks up to the mic. "Um, hi. I'm Megan and I'm going to be singing 'Let You Down'."

I cheer and she flashes me a tight smile. The music begins to play.