//Jack//
It's been a whole week since I've spoken to her.
A whole week of not hugging her.
A whole week since I've seen her smile.
A whole week of torture.
My thoughts were consumed by Elena, I just couldn't stop thinking about her. To say I screwed up badly is an understatement.
I wish I could go back in time and just fix everything. Not just what happened with Leigh, but even when I left. I shouldn't have gone at all, I should've been here with her.
Today is Friday which means there's a party at Sam's place. His parents go out of town on the weekends for business trips.
The party's sometimes get too crazy but I never stick around to find out the rest. Johnson has been trying to get me focused.
He thinks that I shouldn't go to this party, for the reason being. Johnson thinks I'm not in the right state of mind because of the whole Elena situation.
Truth is, I need to forget about her, just for tonight. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna go to this party and just have fun.
I'm not the type to drink at parties because Nate and Johnson tend to get wasted, therefore leaving me as the designated driver.
I think now that Johnson and Ally are dating, he's going to have to stay sober. I know for a fact Elena is coming because Ally never misses a party.
"Yo Jack! c'mon man, we gotta go," Johnson yelled from downstairs.
I took one last look in the mirror, to adjust my red and black flannel that went along with my dark grey jeans and my red vans.
I went down the stairs, skipping two at a time. I grabbed my wallet and my phone, stuffing them in my pockets. Johnson had my keys in his hands already, waiting for me to leave.
"Who are we picking up," I asked glancing over at Johnson, while starting the Jeep.
"I think just Nate. Elena and Ally are going together."
I almost let out a sigh of relief knowing she wasn't showing up with David, but I held it in for respective purposes.
"Sounds good," I said heading out of my driveway.
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//Elena//
Here I am, sitting down at my vanity attempting to do my own make up. Ally was taking longer than she said she would, and the party started soon so I decided to get a head start.
I grabbed my liquid eyeliner and began to attempt a winged eyeliner. Just as I was doing the winged part, ally barged in my room yelling, causing me to draw a straight line across my eye.
"Bloody hell!" I screeched in frustration.
"Woah, slow down there Cleopatra, don't wanna over do it," Ally said with her signature smirk, which resulted in me giving her a death glare.
"Thanks for that, now I look like a psycho." I said while letting out a small grunt.
"A cute psycho," Ally remarked while wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
"Screw you," I laughed while sticking my tongue out at her.
"You wish."
I scrunched up my nose in disgust, "You're gross Alls."
She just laughed and began rummaging through my makeup bag, pulling out random cosmetics.
"Tell me something I don't know," she said with a laugh.
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Teen Fiction//prom.ise// noun definition: assurance that one will do a particular thing with no intention of breaking it .... lower caps intended. ©simplygilinsky_