Pulse {L.H}

Just me.

Reyna's POV

I'm just an average kind of girl. Average looks. Average grades. Nothing really made me feel special except for music. It was a huge escape from the stupidity I had to constantly deal with each day at this hell hole called school. Everyone here thinks I'm some kind of weirdo because I don't talk much. It's not that I refuse to, it's just I don't particularly like anyone. Except for Sarah. She honestly was annoying to me at first. So loud and outgoing. Sarah would make anyone feel insecure about themselves because she was gorgeous. Long dark hair and dark eyes, model type body. She's the only one that ever made an effort to be friends with me. Though I'm fine with sitting back and watching as absolute useless drama unfolds before me, I like having her around. But besides her, I was pretty much alone, and I don't mind.

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The usual cafeteria sounds of loud laughs and never ending chatter was drowned out by All Time Low blaring through my ear buds. I thumbed through Twitter as I ate my pizza from the lunch line. That was probably the only thing I like about this school is that the pizza isn't terrible.

My empty table seats were soon filled by Sarah and two other girls that I only acknowledge because she's friends with them. They were already exchanging words of excitement about who knows what. After a while of me zoning out, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Sarah had said something to me that I couldn't hear.

"What?" I asked after slipping out my ear phones.

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I saaaaaid; You're coming to the party with us tonight."

Unfortunately, I had chosen this moment to take a drink from my water and was now choking rather loudly at her abrupt statement.

Sarah's friends were giggling at my reaction and Sarah was trying to help me not die by patting me on my back.

"You know I don't do parties....or anything really." I mumbled after catching my breath, rubbing my throat.

"And that's exactly why you're going to go! You have to live a little Rey!" She pleaded.

I thought about it for once. I thought about the loud, thumping music and the dancing people. The alcohol and the smell of smoke everywhere. It really wasn't my thing. But there was some type of want in me to go. To do the opposite of secluding myself to my room and browsing tumblr for hours.

"I'll go." I said before I could second guess myself.

Sarah's brown eyes grew wide and a smile stretched across her lips. She then went off on all the details and rambled about what she was wearing. I sneakily slipped one ear bud back in and nodded every once in a while to make it seem like I was listening. Then tattooed arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind making us both jump.

The owner of the inked skin was a tall guy with bright red hair and green eyes, a.k.a. Michael Clifford. It didn't surprise me that Sarah would date one of the school's "bad boys". She was always keen on finding trouble.

"Mikey!" She laughed and tilted her head up so he could kiss her.

I mentally barfed but I was never going to complain. I'm 18 years old as a senior in high school and have never been kissed. Well, I did have this boyfriend in my sophomore year. But he turned out to be like creepy weird. He forced me to kiss him and it was really uncomfortable so we broke up. I don't really want to count that as my first kiss because it didn't feel like I think it should. Or maybe it did and I just have very high expectations.

Sarah said a quick good bye as her and Michael rushed out of the cafeteria to do God knows what.

I shuddered at the thought and kept myself busy on my phone for the rest of lunch. I was honestly trying to avoid thinking of the horrific situations I could be in at the party.