Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 2~

^^Picture up top is Ciana^^ Next chapter I'll reveal Seth... Enjoy!

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The week went uneventful for the most part. Everyone's been buzzing about Naomi's party and the fact that the Queen herself invited the whole school.

That's very unlike her.

And that's why I'm here at Ciana's house trying and failing to convince her that I don't want to go and neither should she.

"Come on, Raven. You agreed to go with me and now you suddenly change your mind and don't want me to go either?" I cross my arms sitting up a little straighter, "Look, I know your excited to go but I just can't shake the feeling that something bad is gonna happen. It's a Naomi Archer party!" I said a little exasperated.

"All the more reason we should go." I groan, falling back on her bed watching as she ransacked her closet.

Naomi doesn't just invite everyone to a party. She's one of the most influential persons at our school whose obsessed with the cliché notion of a hierarchy. Popular kids like her don't associate with the rest of the general population of students who she strongly believes is below our very own existence.

It's highschool. Nothing new.

But when the Queen herself of all things cliché decides to invite the very same people she thinks isn't worthy to breathe the same air as her...?

Yeah, I'll be a little fucking skeptical.

"Just... please? We can stay for an hour at most and if your feeling uncomfortable we can just leave, okay?" She throws in the soft puppy eyed look and I can't help but laugh and agree with her. She grins, ushering me into her bathroom to get ready.

We'll just stay for an hour and leave... Right?

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It's been three hours since I arrived at Naomi's party with Ciana. I lost her when one of the girls on the cheer squad dragged her to the living room, which was conveniently turned into a dance floor for the drunk, horny teens and since then I can't seem to find her anywhere. Well, it's kind of hard to find someone when everyone seems taller than your 5′4 frame and with a house as big as Naomi's, packed with people practically glued to each other. I tried calling and texting her, but that idea quickly turned to shit.

I push my way through the sweaty, dancing throng of bodies trying to get to the stairs to search for her again. When I do finally make it, I take a couple of seconds to prepare myself to climb the ridiculously long flight of stairs. I seriously don't understand rich people and their obsession with long stairs. When I finally reach the top, a red solo cup is thrust into my hand by a drunk passersby, "You shouldn't be without a drrrinnkk..."

This guy is definitely wasted

I shake my head and leave the cup on an expensive looking table going down to a long hall on my right. The music is much quieter up here, almost like a low hum, to which I'm grateful for. I take different series of turns and wonder briefly if I'm able to find my way back but I quickly chase the thought away. My only concern is finding my best friend and hoping that she's alright.

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Upstairs turned out to be another dead end. Again. Where the fuck could Ciana be? All I found was a bunch of drunk teens either totally wasted on the floor or making out. I'm currently leaning against a random wall, observing everyone and everything nursing a non-alcoholic coke. I'm too tired and worked up to even think to enjoy myself when my only concern is finding my bestfriend. Twerk by CardiB ft City Girls starts playing and the dance floor is cleared for all the girls who start twerking like hell. And in the center of it all is our school's very own Twerk Goddess, Brenna Wilson.