Misconceptions (may change, this is new)

Five.

We pulled into the party at full swing. People were milling about, laughing and chatting. A few were already puking into he bushes.

Em nudged me and pointed to the cheerleader who was missing her top and passed out in the bushes. We both chuckled a bit and got out of the car.

"Hey," I leaned over to exclaim, "I thought you were coming to get me early? It seems like the party's been going on for a while."

She looked over at me and grinned, "You can't make an entrance of you're on time." she said with a wink.

Side by side we walked up the front steps, past many, many plastic cups and for some reason an odd amount of toilet paper. The door was wide open and loud party music spilled out onto the porch.

Matt was at the front door, welcoming everyone. He was smiling his normal, "I'm better than you," rich kid smile, but the worry in his eyes showed the fear that maybe he had taken it to far.

"HEY," I yelled over the deafening beat, "I THOUGHT THE PARTY DIDN'T START TILL JUST A WHILE AGO?"

Running his finger through his fine black hair, he shot me a worried glance and replied, "STEPHAN GOT HERE EARLY WITH THE KEG AND CALLED A FEW PEOPLE OVER." Both me and Emily laughed and began pushing out way to the kitchen. Emily for a frozen cooler if they had one, and me for a soda.

I didn't really like to drink at parties like these. If someone sees you have an empty cup, they refill it, and while you still think you're one your second chug from the keg, you've really got four beers, a cup of whiskey, and at least one shot of vodka. No one could tell if your soda can was looking peckish.