Once Upon A Bet

/5/ Troublemaker

Dedicated to ArchanaRai367, thanks for all the support so far <33

/ Two years ago /

To add to the 'perfect' night, in my intend of exiting the suffocating crowd of drunk teens someone had bumped into me and to my dismay he was holding on os those plastic vases.

Now I was wearing his drink.

All over me.

Well, maybe that was exaggerating, but the big dark stain keeps growing the more I tried to carefully wipe it in the bathroom sink. My chest constrained in anxiety as someone knocked in the door furiously. This is why I'd never been in parties before!

Messed up people with zero conscience?

Nah ah.

My mother had strictly forbidden me to attend one since Carol Lubeski's thirteenth birthday, but this past half an hour I'd been here was more than enough to kill any possible curiosity in me.

I wasn't missing anything other than headache from the loud music and people forgetting about this thing called 'personal space'.

I hated it.

Dalia said this would be fun. Freshman year was finally over, we were about to face our first summer without being sent to that awful camp for young ladies and she convinced me to inaugurate it with this party.

Bad idea.

Now I look like a tramp. Smell like one. My mother was going to figure out we weren't really having a sleep over at the Verlinni's and grounded me forever. And on top of that I hadn't seen Dalia since we stepped in this hell house.

"Hellooo!" came from across the locked door. "Are you dead in there or what?"

I stressfully brushed the fabric; but, like mocking me, it spread further. In a less intense color, but I felt like sobbing seeing that now covered most part of my chest. There was no way this is coming out, and there also no avoiding people seeing it. It would stain, it would smell... and the damp material was now half see-through, showing part of my bra.

All for what? A party I didn't even want to attend to begin with?

More loud knocks. "HELLO-"  I cut him opening the door and found myself face to face with Tyler Woodbert. Just great. "Finally!"

Luckily he was too focused on bouncing up and down to hold back his need to use the bathroom to get a good look at me since I flew down the hallway, my head down in hopes I could do a quick scape, find Dalia and get out before I made a bigger fool out of myself.

Unluckily, fate was not on my side.

I bumped straight into Tyler's friend, who was laughing at his distress as he stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door hurriedly.

Hands on my shoulders steady me after the collision and he let out a surprised sound. "Whoa, easy there-"

"I didn't mean t-to..." I looked up just in time to see him lifting one hand at the moisture in my shirt.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, I get to see the sandy blond hair and his famous scowl. My cheeks flamed and I wanted to dig a hole right there to crawl in.