THE PARTY

The PARTY

It all started when I over slept, went to school with a hangover, and failed to sneak into class unnoticed. Well I guess it all started before that because of a dumb party that led to all of the above in a ripple effect of sorts. No that's not right; It all started when Amanda Jefferson invited me and my friend to her party. Yes, let's begin from there because everything was going well before that.

My name is Samantha K Ravens. I'm an eighteen year old highschool senior. I'm also a bit of a nerd I have to admit. That tiny bit of information might explain to you a few things about me.

First I am socially awkward; I mean I am not shy, not in the conventional way. But the only people I speak to in school are those in my group and maybe Sky Anderson, this friendlier cheerleader, was the only one outside it.

How did I become friends with one of the popular girls? It's a long story really; she's kinda a distant relative, though too distant to be called Ravens. Besides, we aren't really friends, we are just neighbors and I stop her to say hi sometimes. Our parents also invites each other's to dinner, so.... 

[Shrugs]

Secondly I am still a virgin.

Okay, Sarah, my BFF, says I'm eighteen and that's not totally late, besides I have college to look forward to.... But I think she's really just trying to cheer herself up because we are in the same boat after all.

Thirdly, as you might have guessed, I am desperate to set those two things right before college.

That might have explained why I lied to my mother on Tuesday night to attend a party thrown by one of the popular girls. None of our group has ever been to such a party. The only reason we got invited in the first place was because Sarah fixed some trouble in Amanda's computer and the cheer captain was generous.

The party was not at all what I imagined. Well it was a little of what I expected. You know? Free booze, hot guys, and lots of the popular girls. But it wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be. For one the crowd, the booze, and the guys all pulled me out of my comfort zone. I haven't exchanged more than two words with most of this guys through out my time in high school. Worse, I was dressed too good for the occasion; In a green evening dress and heels, while everyone___ except Sarah, in the red version of my dress, which brought the idea in the first place___ was casual.

[We were dressed for a wedding to high school party! We were Idiots!]

After sometime hanging around, and trying to prevent this sleazy goth from feeling me up I decided to leave. I found Sarah talking to Jackson, one of the jocks, a tall blond guy in the football team, and told her I'm leaving. I had to literally drag her out of the house while she whined drunkenly the whole time. It was when we were finally outside that I realized how dangerous that could have been if I was drunk too. Who knows what those guys will do to us? I shuddered.

Which guy wouldn't want a go at us? At me. I know I'm beautiful. I'm a nerd not stupid.

[Rolls eye]

I have curly brown hair that fell to my shoulders, caramel skin tone and large brown eyes. Wearing this enticing dress it was like waving meat to the wolves. "You..... just ruined my only chance of losing my.... v card before college," Sarah said bitterly as I led her into the car. Her blond hair covering her eyes.

"You are not thinking straight Es," I said. "You'll thank me for this tomorrow. When you are sober,"

"No I won't!"

That's the summery of our relationship; I'm always too suspicious of boys to let them touch me, and too protective of Sarah to let any of them come close to her. It's just, I think she's too good for those panty chasing children that probably can't even clean their own asses properly to take care of her. I am probably overthinking this though. It's just harmless fun isn't it? No one expects a marriage proposal for god sake!

Why do I do this? I asked myself for the hundredth time, why do I torture myself?

I sighed and took my best fried home. Afterwards I drove home myself in my second hand but sweet red civic. As I pulled up in the drive way of my home, an identical two storey building to all those in this middle class neighborhood, I was a little surprised to see lights from the neighbor's house. That was Ben and Carol's house before they died in an auto crash six months ago. Since then it has been empty. I wondered if a relative inherited it and decided to move in. Or maybe it was sold?

I felt a little light headed from the booze I had taking in the party, even though I don't remember taking enough to get me this winded, so I fell asleep immediately I dropped in bed.

And so I woke up with the most chronic hangover ever the next morning. Mom was not back yet. She's a nurse, you see, and mostly isn't home at night. But her occupation isn't the only reason for her scarcity. She has became a loose woman since the divorce, always changing boyfriends every two weeks. Always on this date or that, sometimes spending days straight in one of her men's houses, or traveling with them.

I hated her lifestyle. Though I don't blame her for it. She's just trying to patch the hole dad left in her___ and he left too big a hole that it takes a dozen other men to fill. Still, not as tight as she'll want.

Mom could bang whoever she wants really, I just wish she didn't work too on top of it, and spend some time with me, her daughter, too.

She didn't have to work, honest. We got a sizable wealth from the divorce..... Sometimes I just want her to be my mother even for a day, to be there for me, to scold me for lying that I'd be home this night watching TV while I went to a party. Ground me for coming home late and drunk. But as usual the house was empty when I walked in yesterday.

I had hoped she'd be home this morning though.....

I sat at the kitchen table and eat the cereal I prepared, still in my nice dress. Checking the time in my phone I saw it was 8:30. Late for school. Too late for rushing to make first period. I considered just staying home today, calling sick, but that's not what I did.

I took a bath and changed, then I went to school. That's when my true problems started.

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