The bell rang and everyone shot out of their seat and headed to the door. "Hey wait up!" Carson said. Sam stopped once he noticed I wasn't walking anymore. "I'm throwing a party tonight at my place, do you guys wanna come?" Carson asked taking both of us by surprise. "Sure." Sam said speaking for both of us. "Great! Heres my address, party starts at 10." Carson said as he handed us a sticky note with his address written on it. "Why did you say yes?" I asked Sam as we walked outside. "Because, it seems fun." Sam said. "Hey." Juliet said as she waved to me indicating for both of us to go to her. "Well I guess she wants us, you know just a guess." Sam joked. "Really, thanks for telling me I never would have noticed." I said playing along. "Hey." I said to Juliet. "Hi." Sam said really awkwardly. "Oh Sam this is Juliet." I said. "Hey I've heard a lot about you." Juliet said. I stared at her mouthing the words "stop talking." "Oh really." Sam said as he smirked at me. "Yeah, well we have to go now so I'll see you at 10." I said trying to shove Juliet away. "Yeah do you want me to pick you up?" Sam asked. "Yeah that'd be great." I said as I opened the passenger door. "What the hell!" I said before realizing the window was down. "Bye, I'll see you later." Sam said in a cocky voice. "Bye." I said giving an awkward smile while I rolled up the window. "Okay two things. What the hell! And why the fuck is your window rolled down!" I shouted. "Well, it kinda slipped out and before you came I was talking to my friends. Sorry." "You better be." I said slumping down in my seat. "What's at 10?" Juliet asked. "Carson invited us to a party at his house." I said. "Wait Carson the popular football Carson!" Juliet shouted. "Yeah, I'm still questioning it too." "Holy shit! You need to look good!" "Do I not look good already?" I joked. "More or less." "Don't worry I have a dress." I said. "Okay it better not be the one from last years prom." "Trust me it's not." I said. "What is it I never knew you owned another dress." "You'll see." I said.
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Shots Fired
Teen FictionI witnessed a man murder my parents a week before Christmas. He caused a lot of pain in my life by killing my parents and making my brother have mental breakdowns because when he came home from college to spend Christmas with us he saw our parents l...
