Second Chance

Your Pickup Lines Suck

"Your going! Even if I have to drag you by your pretty little toes" Blake crosses her arms and glares at me from across my room.

"I don't want too" I groan and pull a pillow over my face to hide myself from her piercing scowl. "Who invited you over here anyways? Aren't you supposed to ask permission before you storm into someone else's house"?

"I invited myself" she shrugs. "Please come! It's the last party of the year" she pleads and gets down on her knees next to my bed. "I'm begging here Sav! Literally!"

Coming home to an empty house after school, I was looking forward to curling up in pajamas to study, or maybe even taking a nice hot bath, until my ridiculous overbearing best friend came barging into my room unannounced as if she owned the place.

"Whose party is it anyways?" I peek at her over my pillow to find her giving me her trademark puppy dog eyes.

Damn. Those always work on me.

"I'm not really sure" she smiles victoriously as she flops on the other side of the bed "Some girls were talking about it in Chem today. We are inviting ourselves"

"But everybody hates us"

"Actually that's not true. Everybody loves me. You just set yourself apart from the rest of the world and don't let anyone in" she points out helpfully before literally pushing me out of the bed.

"Seriously?" I cry out as I tumble to the hard floor in a heap of warm blankets and pillows.

Rude.

"Go get ready. We are leaving in 10 minutes" she shrugs again.

"But it's 6:30?" I question, looking at her curiously. Even I know you weren't supposed to show up to the party at 6:30.

"I want food before we go anyways so I'm building in time."

"Aren't you trying to look skinny for the party? You were practically fasting all day. Eating right before the big event kind of defeats the purpose."

"I'm always skinny. Besides I need a full stomach because I plan on getting hammered tonight," she laughs, opening up one of my many magazines.

"You do know we still have finals tomorrow, right?" I ask, making my way towards the closet.

"Of course" she laughs. "I just don't care anymore."

Story of my life.

* * *

"I can't believe I let you walk out of the house looking like that," Blake grumbles, slamming my passenger door shut. "Much less to go to a party" she scowls and glances at my chosen attire.

Laughing, I look down at my simple jeans and a V-neck. It was pretty casual, but in my defense I did put a little makeup on.

That was enough for me.

"You're wearing your hair in a freaking ponytail" she gestures to my long auburn hair that I had messily pulled into an "up do".

"I'm trying to be chic," I laugh, pulling her towards the open front doors.

"That's a total cop out" she growls, shooting me another one of her deathly glares.

Students spilled out onto the front lawn of the host's house, and the ground practically vibrated under our feet from the thumping bass. Plastic cups littered the streets, and several girls looked already well on their way past drunk.

"Didn't you used to be one of those girls who actually dressed up for parties?" Blake yells in my ear, as we push our way past the foyer and into the heart of the party.