Rule Number One: Hot Girls Dont Get Sh*t faced

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As we entered the party the air seemed different, the large living room was filled with people chatting in large cliques, some drinking from red plastic cups and others dancing on each other.

The music was blasting through the walls which was accompanied by the voices of everyone screaming with the intent to be heard through the music, it was a little chaotic, but I guess it's what Hugh school parties look like.

The giant living room had ceiling tall windows facing a big pool along side the lake, the whole setting was very modern, very different from our European styled house, however it still felt very elegant and sophisticated at the same time which intrigued me, it was crazy how many people were in that room, I really hadn't expected this to be such a big party!

Jessica walked us to a large white marble kitchen which also had the same ceiling high wide glass windows and elegant setting, on the counter there were numerous bottles of alcoholic beverages, beers and a variety of snacks.

"What are you girls drinking tonight?" Asked Jessica as she unscrewed a bottle of what seemed to be pink wine.

"Mini Chateau try this, it's my favorite shit to get drunk to in the whole world!" She said as she handed me a long wine glass with pink sparkling liquid.

I glanced at Steph for approval to which she smiled and winked, which I assume meant "go for it" so I took the glass and poured the whole thing down my throat, the sweet taste filled every inch of my mouth, I understand why Jessica loved it.

"WOAH! SHE TOOK THE WHOLE THING!" Cassie squealed.

"Was I not supposed to?" I asked, Jessica looked at me with the sweetest smile and she giggled.

"Cutie, the faster you drink it, the more wasted you get" she said.

I saw my sister roll her eyes and then laugh and she said "Jess remember how I did the same thing the first time I had some Whispering Angel rosè?"

The entire posse started laughing.

Was this some kind of rule? If one member of the posse laughs, they all laugh?

The girls all took a cup and got their drink and we all went to the large backyard that was facing the pool.

They started gossiping about some girls in their school and how one was trying to 'hook up' with this other boy but then he was actually interested in another girl and how some other girl called Victoria had gained twenty pounds and so on.

Kind of sounded like an episode to a classic romance drama tv series, it amused me how interested they looked to hear details that did not involve them at all.
The more I stood the more I felt like my Valentino's were smooshing my feet into goo.

I needed to sit somewhere, I tried to meet Steph's eyes to signal I needed to go sit somewhere but she was too immersed into the gossip to notice.

I walked into the living room through the widely opened sliding door and sat on the big white L-shaped couch where many other teens were already sitting.
I wanted to take off my Valentino's just to see if my feet were actually alive under all that leather when I felt a tap on my back...

I turned around and our eyes met.

Standing before me was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life.

He had brown hair with blonde highlights, a winged liner so sharp it could cut through glass and shiny glossed lips. His outfit consisted of an oversized purple coat with no shirt but a neck full of diamond necklaces, matching shorts and to my surprise, we were wearing the same shoes, the same damned Valentinos from hell.

"Couldn't help but notice you seem to have excellent taste in shoes girl!" He said with a sassy attitude.

"As do you boy!" I replied. I hate these Valentinos, I would wear crocs over these any day.

We smiled at each other, why was I sensing this bedazzled boy in front of me was going to become my first friend?

"I'm Lucas De Martino, I'm nosy so I already know you're Stephanie Le Chateau's little sister, I had to come say hi" he said.

It had only been roughly fifteen minutes since I entered this house and he already knew who I was? It felt a little strange but I was weirdly impressed at his nosiness.

"Yes I'm her sister, but I'm warning you, I'm really not that much like her, I'm actually kind of the opposite of everything she is" I said apologetically as if somehow I was letting him down by revealing I was nothing like my sister.

"Well thank God for that!" He exclaimed "I cannot stand another girl who brings her calorie counter notebook in their purse everywhere yuck!"

I was so confused and relieved at the same time.

"Wait you don't take a calorie counter diary with you, do you? Show me your purse!" He demanded with an open hand as he looked around me to inspect my purse.

"Uhm no and I didn't bring a purse.." I said shrugging.

"No purse?" He asked with an alarmed face.

"How do you live without your purse girl?!" He asked while caressing his silver purse.

"You're right you're nothing like your sister" he stated, I don't know why but it made me feel bad.

"That's why you and I are going to be besties" he said as he winked "But damn girl we gotta get you a purse ASAP!"

He proceeded to take my hand and pulled me up the couch.

"Come girl, mama needs a DRink!" He said as he held my hand and we walked to the kitchen, my feet were still killing me but I was glad I had found at least one person that liked me for me at a party, so I went with him while slightly limping on my swollen feet.

"What's your drink babe?" He asked as he started mixing drinks into a cup "I don't have one- I don't know" I said while I looked through all the bottles.

"Okay then I'll make you MY drink and you can tell me how you like it".
I swallowed the sweet drink and it made my whole throat burn, it had a bitter aftertaste.

"Ew how can you drink that! It burns" I exclaimed.

"Uhmmmm that's the whole point sweetheart. We gonna get FUCKED UP" he shouted.

Nope. No no no no. This is not what Steph would've wanted. She clearly instructed me that 'hot girls don't get shit faced'
but maybe if I drink this slowly nothing will happen to me? Besides I don't even like it that much so I'll probably fine.

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