Cut Too Deep

Cut Too Deep[part33]

TASHA’S PARTY

So far the party is going great. Everyone finally figured out who I was and wondered how I gotten so hot and blah. That’s what they all asked me. I just smiled and laughed to there not funny jokes but because I was trying to get in good with them I had to follow along. Like the drama queens they are Missy showed up late like 2 hours, not that it mattered but the party ended in another two so why would you even show up? It doesn’t matter my plan was working out perfectly. Me and Peter got a quick make out session in, before I met up with Zella, Sarah, Tasha, and my sister.

“Okay so you remember the plan right?” I whisper.

They all nod happily.

I never told you what it was did I? Anyways the plan was to get Missy to the middle of the dance floor and to dump fake blood on her. Every time I think about it it reminds me of that scene from the movie Carrie. When Carrie won prom queen but because she got one of the popular girls suspended they pulled pig blood over her once she got the crown. The whole gymnasium was laughing and suddenly Carrie got used her super powers and destroyed practically the whole town except for like three people. But I doubt that would happen. Missy is so stupid she doesn’t even know how to spell her own name. She always signs it like this Misy. So I don’t have to worry about her dooming the whole city. I climbed to the top of the stairs carrying the rope and Natalie was with me. Me and her would set up while Tasha, Zella, and Sarah would lure her to the perfect spot.

We were all set up and gave Tasha the thumbs up. After about thirty seconds (of course) missy was at there side. I tried to listen carefully to their conversation over the bumping music.

“So I want to apologize about earlier.” Tasha lied.

“Its cool. I mean I didn’t know you and.. erm Ellen were friends.” She said

“Yeah so glad you know now. Do you want a something to drink. Maybe a bloody Mary?” Sarah yelled.

That was my que, that she was in the perfect spot, but I wasn’t sure if she was ready yet.

“Sure!” Missy chirped.

“Now!” My sister whispered. But I shushed her and help tight to the rope.

Tasha looked up impatiently and made a face at me.

“I bet you want it extra BLOOOOODDDYYY!!” Zella practically screamed.

“Uhmm??” Missy said confused.

“OH for goodness sakes, drop it already!” Tasha yelled.

“Drop what?” Missy asked.

“Lets go!” Natalie said.

“NO!”

I had to wait for the perfect moment. Tasha, Sarah, and Zella where all staring up at the bucket and finally Missy started to look up.

“What are you guys loo…”
“NOW!” I yelled releasing the rope. The bright red fake blood went splattering down onto Missy, as Tasha, and the rest of the girls scooted away.

The music cut off and all you could hear was the shrieks coming from Missy’s big mouth. Zella and Tasha clapped hands, while Sarah booty bumped someone.

“Gotcha bitch! Your so annoying like leave us alone!” Tasha yelled over the laughter.

By now I was down stairs standing right infront of her.

“Yeah that’s right. Bitch.” I said pushing her.

“ugh!” She pushed me back and before I knew it we were in a big brawl again just like at Kimberly’s party. You would think she would have learned her lesson but for some reason this girl just doesn’t learn. It took Peter to pull me away from her. She had gotten that crap all on my new Gucci top, and I wasn’t even fighting her about the blood anymore. She messed up my brand new top! Luckily Tasha let me change clothes upstairs in her room, while a few Senior guys escorted, more like kicked Missy out. That should teach her to think twice about messing with some and making there life a living hell like she did mine. After the mess was cleaned up from the dance floor everyone went back to enjoying themselves. Screw Missy she got everything she deserved. I was swaying to the sound of the music bumping through the speakers when I felt a cool hand touch the top of mine. It was Peter. Even though I had just seen him not even 45 minutes ago, he looked different. His once twinkling eyes were now glazed over and red. His shoulders were at a slump and his expression was one of blankness.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“Nothing. Theres something I want to show you.”

He takes my hand leading me through the crowd of people to this dimmed room far away from the thumping music. Once we entered the room I saw about 4 or 5 people sitting. I wasn’t exactly sure what they were doing but as we neared I could see the joints in their hands through the haze. Oh no. don’t tell me Peter was back here getting stoned.

“Peter, honey why are we here?” I asked concerned.

“Look at them how care free they look. It so much fun you should try it.”

He drags me over to the circle before I could object and we sit down next to each other cris-crossed. As I look at the people in the circle I saw people I would have never expected to see here. Doing this. To my right was, our class president Melanie Taylor smoking the biggest blunt I have ever seen. First of all I had no idea that she was cool with the Senior’s to be invited to a party she is usually uptight and pushy. My eyes widened in shock at who was beside her. It was Yael or Kathy from Church and beside her was Fiona her sister and beside her was Sam and Damien. Oh. My. Gosh. I could not believe this. Kathy was wearing this revealing red dress that looked like it stretched down to her knee now hot and sticking to her upper thigh revealing her lacy underwear. Damien and Sam were wearing skinny jeans and plaid lumber jack shirts. They were cute. And Fiona. Wow. She was actually beautiful. Even more than Yael. I hadn’t noticed until now. She had on low rise jeans that accentuated her curvy body and a tight tee shirt that read ‘Kiss me I’m Irish’ with a pair of red lips below it. It was so tight that it grabbed at her boobs and rose above her belly button. She flat ironed her hair and applied gorgeous natural toned make up. There they all were smoking blunts and snorting crank.

“Wh-what are you guys doing here?” I asked.

They were so engrossed with what they were doing that they hardly noticed me and Peter sat down in the circle.

Lazily Kathy lifted her head and looked at me. It took her about thirty seconds before recognition of who I was registered in her face.

“Ohmygoshguys itsthat one chiiiicckkkkkk. From churchwhocame lateeeeee. Errrhotgirlllll!” she slurred.

All of there heads bobbed up and soon everyone remember who I was.

“Oh my gosh its Eleanor.” Sam stammered

“No. Ellen.” I giggle nervously.

“No stupid ass that’s not her name. Its Egna.” Yael reprimanded.
“NO your wrong both of you. Its Emma!” Damien tried.

“Uh Ellen.”

“Stop being stupid, its obviously Esther!” Fiona tried.

Wow had they forgotten my name that quickly.

“Ellen!” I screeched impatiently.

“ooohhhh” they all cooed.

“Want some?” Damien offered me this powdery yellow stuff.

“no thanks. What are you guys even doing here? Arent you supposed to be home with your mom or something? And what about you Yael, your dad is the freakin Pastor of the church why are you laid up here smoking a blunt?” Out of now where this sense of panic over took me and I started yelling and scolding them.

“Calm your shit Megan Fox wanna be, we are trying to be chill here. And why would we tell our dad that we went to a party to get lifted? Look Pete your girl here is being a buzz kill” Fiona said. I couldn’t believe this. I would have never expected to see them here.

“Hun, please just go along or get out. I thought you were going to be cool about this but I guess I just need to find a girl who will be.” Peter said through clenched teeth and wide eyes.

I was taken aback. Was he really going to dump me that quickly we had just gotten together! I decided to swallow whatever it was that I was on and went along with everything. I watched as Peter put the joint to his mouth and took a long inhale. He passed it over to me and asked.

“Want some?” I nodded not really trusting myself to speak taking the joint from him. And that was the worst mistake of my life.