Chapter 1
“Guys…” Isaid, looking in the mirror. “I’m not really sure if we should do this.”
“Me neither.” Monica sighed.
“Relax.” Anna said shaking her head. “We’re just crashing a house party. Nobody in our grade has seen us for two years. We’re like basically British Americans now.” She said, fixing her incredibly slutty dress. We all were wearing slutty dresses. Thank you Top Shop. Ugh. My heart ached thinking of England. Honestly I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I signed up for a two year foreign exchange program with my best friends, Monica and Anna. We had just gotten back last week. It was summer going into our senior year and it was gonna be sick.
“Tori, put your hair up and a high pony. You know I love it like that.” Anna said, throwing me a pony-tail holder.
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” I said, shaking my hair out to put it in a high pony. This would actually come in handy. It was so hot. Long Island summer heat was no joke.
“I think we’re all a little nervous.” Monica sighed, sitting on my bed, to put on her shoes. England defiantly improved our style. We were all so awkward. Now I feel like we were more comfortable with our fashion choices. Plus we had amazing clothes from England and considering we worked at Vogue for two years…you get free shit.
“I mean, we’re different now.” Anna said.
“Yeah but nobody knows who the fuck we are.” I said. We were nobodies before we left and I had a feeling nothing would change. Our school was very superficial. New clothes, new hair, and a new attitude, wasn’t going to change the fact that we were still hidden by this stupid island’s “pretty people”.
“True.” They both sighed.
“Well, here goes nothing.” I said, throwing my truck keys to Monica, our DD for the night.
When we pulled to the house it was already packed.
“Holy shit.” Anna said, getting out of the car.
“Good luck, ladies.” I said, linking arms with my friends. We walked into the backyard together.
All of the sudden the party kind of stopped. Derek (top notch football god) walked over to us, followed by the rest of his asshole, but oh so yummy, friends.
He smiled a lazy smile, “Hi girls, this is strictly and MP party…if you’re planning on staying you’re going to have to give me a kiss.”
Monica’s mouth dropped open. Anna just started cracking up. “What the actual fuck?” I said. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. Anna looked at me, winked, and mouthed, “See?”
“Uh…um, Derek, yeah hi, my eyes are up here.” I said, bringing his eyes back to mine. He smiled, embarrassed. I was flattered though. “We go to MP. We’ve gone to school with you since kindergarten. We just came back from a two year foreign exchange program.”
“Wait…” He said, looking confused. “Victoria?” He asked.
I winced. Yup he remembered the old me. Great.
