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Did she just say what I think she said? She’s really out of it.
I lay down on the bed and put an arm around her, and we make out. Her kisses are slow, wet, and sloppy. It’s not what I expected, and as my hands make their way up her dress, she stills. I glance up to see if she’s okay. It’s the first snore that gives her away. She’s asleep.
Fuck my life.I sigh and kiss this dream goodbye for the time being.
“Another time.” I drag my feet and make my way out of her room, back to the party.
There are plenty of other girls here that I can score.
Chapter2
Allie
“Allie, I swear you look perfect, okay? Just come on, you never get to come to these. Embrace being a teenager foronce!” My best friend Charity, thepreacher’skid, somehow dragged me to this party after threatening to reveal my lifelong schoolgirl crush on her brother, Ted. He’s in his first year at college, visiting while on break.
“How can you wear something this short? I feel like my butt is hanging out. If my dad finds out, he’s going to kill me.” We fixed our hair and makeup at Charity’s house, but she made me change in the car with her, and I regret not trying this thing on before it became my only option. The slightest breeze will send me into a panic.
Charity and her brother came to parties like this all the time so she doesn’t understand I am on the verge of an anxiety attack. Despite being preacher’s kids, they have chosen their own way of life outside of their family’s churchy lifestyle. They have good hearts but enjoy life like any other heathen at our school.
In other words, they get to benormal. Somehow, I’m the nun here and my dad doesn’t even make us go to church.
“Please, you look hot. Besides, no one here is going to know you. They’re all from Bear Valley.”
“How are you aware of this?”
“Ted is good friends with the girl that lives here,” she shrugs.
“Oh.” I know Ted has girlfriends off and on and it’s not like he knows I draw his name in hearts in my notebook. I still hold on to hope that someday he will notice me as something more than a friend.
Charity sighs, holding my hand in hers while she gives me a small smile. “Allie, it’s not like that. At least, I don’t think it is. But seriously, who cares? Let’s just have fun tonight since your dad never lets you do anything.”
She’s right. My life is pathetic. My dad is the head coach for the football and basketball teams at my high school, El Dorado Union. He loves sports and played professional football for a couple of seasons, but suffered an injury and came home to coach his old high school instead. He loves his job. His life motto is “Family, football, food.” He’s a wonderful dad and has set a clear “no boys allowed” rule. He wants me to focus on medical school instead. Ted doesn’t count because my dad thinks his father’s position makes him a well-behaved young man and not some miscreant.
Yeah, that’s why I never get out or do anything kids my age do.
I’m not entirely sure how we persuaded him to let me stay with Charity for the weekend, but once we got my dad on board, Charity and Ted told their dad we were going to dinner and the movies together.
Charity drags me up the steps to the most beautiful glass house I have ever seen. It’s something one might find in a magazine. I’m guessing it belongs to the Vandenburg family, since they are the wealthiest people around. When we walk inside, the house is jam-packed full of drunk teenagers.
I notice some kids sitting around a table full of red cups and bottles with some green tube-looking thing. It almost looks like a potion bottle, but they’re sucking something out of it.
Truly, I don’t want to know. My brain can’t handle it right now.
It didn’t take long for Ted to acquaint himself with some guys that go to Bear Valley, since he knows practically everyone in town in these party scenes. He walked in before us after he parked his car, and Charity had to drag me out.
I grind my molars down when a girl with vibrant red hair approaches him. She looks confident in herself and the carefree laughter she directs right at Ted tells me she isn’t worried about people possibly seeing her ass hanging out of her dress.
Why can’t I be more like that?
Charity hands me a cup with something in it and tries to convince me to drink it so I appear less like a snob. One sip and I want to scream. Whatever it is, my insides are burning from it. A mint or gum would be superb right about now. Or a tube of toothpaste.
I’m just going to hold this cup and pretend to drink. When the opportunity approaches, I’m dumping it.
A few minutes later, we make our way further into this house and catch some girl dancing on the table. It’s like watching apes in the wild. I think she was trying to take off her clothes, but she was more so rearranging them on her body. Strong arms – definitely a guy – help her out of the room after she falls off the table. Lucky for her, she had a hero at that moment.
Once the show is over, Charity lugs me around the party, introducing me to a couple of people she knows, and then takesmedancing. It takes a few minutes before I can relax and enjoy myself, but I’m tired of pretending to sip the clear acid she got me, so I excuse myself to the kitchen.
I’m doing it. I’m dumping this garbage out.
