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[1 month later.]

"you have to attend this! you rarely go to parties anymore, lily. plus, graduation is right around the corner! won't do you no harm to attend! aunt rosalie dosen't mind." laine reminded me, smirking over at aunt rosalie and collin. although i was out of the school for a lot of days, i had to do extra credit to maintain my GPA to a level where stanford offered me a scholarship. i was even the valedictorian–which surprised us.

apparently, that was their surprise for me right now. things didn't exactly go well with aspen, seeing that she's now with whitney. laine was now my best friend. what makes things better is that were going to stanford together. anyways, aspen told me that she was leaving right after graduation, off to new york. i nodded and left her without an answer. she cried in front of me and i wasn't feeling any guilt at all. why? she left me. because of parker. 

speaking of parker, he's going to princeton. which is miles away from where i'm going. after the heart to heart confession last month, things are going pretty well with everyone. oh, and declan is going out with aspen. cue my fake gasp. shocking, am i right? 

i slumped down in my seat. i didn't want to go to the party, especially when i have so much things to do. i still need to pack and laine and i are going three weeks earlier than expected because they wanted to have a orientation and lunch right away. "i'm busy." i said reluctantly. i wasn't willing to go. 

college has a lot of things planned out for me. i'm sure parties are part of that package. "please? i'll buy you...food! yeah, i'll buy you food and clothes!" laine begged and i tried my best not to laugh at her. 

"you always buy me food without my consent." i rolled my eyes. 

she let out a groan and hit my arms, which didn't hurt at all. "all right, but i'm not going to drive, okay?" being the designated driver was too much to handle. the responsibility of keeping 5 drunk girls in a car while you're the only one sober is hard. trust me, been there, done that. 

she beamed with joy and squealed. she literally squealed. "thank you!" she hugged me and i internally whined. what was i going to do at the party without her? without looking desperate to have some company? i'm pretty sure she's going to spend her night with jake.

ah, enough of the high school shit. time to start packing. 

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the pope is here???????? in our country?????? what hahaha 

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