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 either; Because it started when Amanda Jefferson invited my best friend to her party and I was somehow dragged along. Yes, let's begin from there because everything was going well before that..... Or not, I guess It doesn't really matter where I begin. So let's begin with some class and flare like any decent tale deserves and open this can of worms that is my life story with an introduction.

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 sense. But the only people I speak to in school- without being spoken to first- are those in my clique 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 therefore hangout sometimes. Our parents also invites each other's to dinner.

Secondly, I am still a virgin. My best friend Sarah says I'm eighteen and that's not totally late, not to a catastrophic degree at least; besides I have college to look forward to.... But I think she's just trying to cheer herself up because we are kinda in the same boat after all.

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

Desperate enough to lie to my mother on a Tuesday night and get out of my comfort zone to attend a party thrown by the popular kids. The party thrown by those that regards the likes of me with contempt, a nerd, too low in the social hierarchy to matter. The bullies in short; surely not brave enough for anything physical- as I have shown to be no pushover- but they weren't above some name calling.

[And so the scene is set for when we begin, 19 October 2122]

The music blasted out as I opened the door. People were scattered around doing their things, most held plastic cups and wore cone hats. Sarah was ecstatic at the sight alone and soon joined in on the 'fun', and I found myself alone. With nothing to do I grabbed a drink and a couch to observe before I do anything. This being a new experience I couldn't just dive in fearlessly like Sarah.

Soon it was evident that 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.

Worse I realized 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: who brought the idea in the first place___ was casual. I didn't really get teased about it, but I felt I was in the red at all times, and I'd get the urge to shrink out of sight anytime anyone looked my way.

Things started out peacefully but as soon as the alcohol kicked in, girls were screaming curses, a few boys were fist fighting while others cheered. Couples left into rooms together- it must be said that most didn't like each other that much before today but alcohol was proving a good catalyst for that kind of thing. The place fell into unbridled chaos the likes only teenagers could create and I found myself regretting coming here.

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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. "Hey Es, I am leaving!" I had to shout to be heard over the music.

"Now? Can't you wait for a little while?" Sarah said.

"No," I frowned. The music was bursting my brains out.

"Then go," she rolled her eyes as if that was the obvious solution. "I am still having fun."

I glared at her. "You are drunk. And I got to drive you home, come on,"

"Oh man!" Her despair made me feel bad but I quickly steeled my resolve. This is for her own good, I thought; despite that I had to literally drag her out of the house while she whined drunkenly the whole time. When we were finally outside I realized how dangerous that could have been if I was drunk too. Who knows what those guys will do to us? I shuddered.

I might be narcissistic but which guy wouldn't want a go at us? At me. I know I'm beautiful; 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 like, my only chance of losing my V card before college," Sarah said bitterly as I led her into the car. Her blond hair covered her eyes so I brush it aside and patted her on the cheek.

"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 ass 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? But I knew the answer deep down. I want to loose my virginity, but not to some loser. Plus I guess, I am just a control freak. Still I think I did a good thing. Sex and alcohol shouldn't go together least she wakes up regretting.

I sighed and took my best friend home. Afterwards I drove home myself in my second hand but sweet red civic. Feeling a little light headed from the few drinks I had taking in the party, even though I don't remember taking enough to get me this winded, I fell asleep immediately I dropped in bed.

And so I woke up with the most chronic hangover ever the next morning. Dragging myself downstairs was a battle of will. 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 heart___ 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 last night watching TV while I instead 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 shower and changed into jeans and a black band T-shirt, then I went to school.

That's when my true problems started.

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