Kaitlin's POV
I woke up early on Thursday morning. Today, I felt excited. Maria and I had been invited to a party.

I was planning on getting drunk and having fun. It didn't matter that I had school on Friday. I was going to party.

The say went by utterly slow. It was lunch and I was leaving the library when a hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me inside.

I looked up to see Michael. "You imbecile, you startled me." I yelled at him. He pulled his tongue at me and I smacked him on the head.

"Ouch. Violent woman! That hurt." He complained. He looked so adorable that I squished his cheeks to together. "It was meant to." I said.

We both sat down on a desk in the deserted room. "So why'd you drag me here?" I asked him. He looked excited and happy today.

I mean he was smiling and he doesn't really smile a lot. "We need to plan what we're going to do." He said.

"I was actually planning on dumping urine and dog poop on you after telling you to strip naked since you had a snake in your pants." I said.

"I wouldn't have done that. Why would I believe there was a snake in my pants?" He asked like it was absurd.

I grabbed my phone and showed him a picture of the snake I bought last week. It had no fangs or venom but he didn't need to know that.

Hi eyes widened in fear. "But we're partners so I won't do that." I said. He sighed, relief visible on his face.

"I can't believe you would do that. Wow, you must really hate me." He said. I remained quiet. He was no longer the bane of my existence.

I was deciding between arch nemesis and eternal enemy. "Will you be going to the party?" He asked.

I nodded slowly. "Well since we have no ideas right now maybe we can talk there and hopefully we'll be more creative."

"That's okay but I plan on getting drunk and I'm sure drunk me is not as creative as sober me." I replied.

"Yeah, but drunk you is as sexy as hell. I know that firsthand. I'll see you later, cupcake." He said and kissed my forehead.

Why does hell keep doing that? We're not dating so I don't get it. I got up and walked outside and to the cafeteria.

Lunch was almost over and I had history but I could sneak in some food and eat during lessons.

It's better than sleeping. I got a bag of potato chips and stuffed it into my bag before heading to class. As soon as I reached the door Mr. Smith glared at me.

I failed every test of his so he just hated me. I ducked my head down and entered. I made a beeline for the back.

As I sat down, Michael sat on my left while Maria sat on my right. As soon as the bell rang, Mr Smith shut the door closed with a loud bang.

He began talking about World War 1. That was when I took out the potato chips. Since they were crunchy, I had to be careful not to make noise.

"Psst!" I turned to see Michael. "Give me some. I'm hungry. I didn't go for lunch." He said.

I pulled a tongue at him and continued some more. Then he grabbed a pencil and began poking me.

He poked me until I got fed up. I grabbed the pencil from his hand, broke it into two and threw it onto the floor.

"I don't care if you're hungry. I don't share my food." And it was true. He glared at me and scooted to the edge of his desk so that he would be closer to me.

"What are you doing?" I whisper asked. His slimy hand reached and grabbed the bag of potato chips.

Before he could take it I also grabbed it. It became a tug of war. As we pushed and pulled the bag kept making noise until it burst.

Mr Smith turned around in time just to see potato chips fly into the air and fall back on us. I felt like crying when the whole class's started laughing.

I was so embarrassed. "Miss Pierce, Mr. Jordan, detention after school." He said with a smirk.

He could tell I wanted to complain or say something but I held it in. After the class had calmed down I put my head on my desk and closed my eyes.

I wasn't upset. I had a party after school and I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to get drunk and have fun for detention.

But I was really hungry. I wanted to cry because I just wasted food. At that moment my stomach growled making me frown even more.

Michael is so dead. I almost jumped in joy when the bell rang. I had French and then I had detention.

I said bye to Maria since she had Maths (poor her)and rushed out of the class. I leaned against the wall and waited for him to come out.

As soon as he did, I stepped on his shoes and crushed his toes. He groaned in pain and began hopping.

"That hurt. What the hell was that for!" He yelled at me. He looked so angry. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and stared straight into his eyes.

"If you ever touch my food again, I swear to God that I'll freaking kill you." I threatened.

For a moment he seemed scared but I didn't wait to see what else's would flash through those intense eyes.

I walked away even though he called my name. It felt so good that I was tempted to jump up and down and squeal like a six year old but I controlled myself.

French went by quickly as Madam Belcourt droned on in what I think is Greek. I never understood French and I never will.

I walked back into Mr. Smith's classroom for detention to see Michael already sitting there.

Mr Smith glared at me like I was a stain on his favorite table cloth. I gave him the stink eye as well and smirked when he flushed in anger.

I checked the time and saw that it was four. The party was as seven so I had enough time to be Maria's personal barbie doll.

I sat beside Michael and ignored him. Suddenly a bag of potato chips was passed onto my desk.

I grabbed it and smiled at him. "So we're cool now?" He asked. I nodded happily as I stared at the bag like I was in love. And I was.

Food was my first love followed by Channing Tatum and Theo James. As expected Mr Smith fell asleep when I finished my last chip.

"Well, I'll see you at the party." I said to Michael. I got up, grabbed my bag and walked out of the class.

"Did you actually think that I was going to stay there?" He asked me as we walked down the hallways of the empty school.

"No, I didn't think you would stay there." I replied. "Hey, um, could you drop me at Maria's since its on the way to your house?" I asked

"Anything for you, cupcake." He said. He smirked when I glared at him. "Stop calling me that. Just because I went to prison because of a cupcake doesn't mean you should call me that." I said.

"How did you even get into prison because of a cupcake?" He asked. "That's for me to know and you to never find out." I said smugly.

We had already sat in his car and he was driving out of the school parking lot.

"You do realize I know the whole story and that I'm just messing with you right?" He asked.

I turned to look at him expecting an explanation. "I'm the one who came to bail you. The cops told me everything. And why was I the one you called?

You had only one chance to call someone and you called me. Why not your mom or someone else?" He asked.

"Because at that time I knew you would come. I had faith in you. But that was before you spit my trust back in my face.

Now I just plain hate you. Thanks for the ride." I said and got out before rushing into Maria's house.

I remember his blue eyes as I told him that I hated him. They held so much pain in them. It made me feel guilty but I suppressed the feeling.

"Yay, you're here. Now let's go to my room before Jim comes out." She said.

Jim was her brother. He hated me because I told his date about the one time he farted in the car and it was smelly and everyone knew it was him.

We entered her room and I sat down. Her room was beautiful. It was purple with posters of One direction and five seconds of summer on the wall.

Her queen size bed had a pink blanket on it and next to it was her table. Then her wardrobe and lastly the door to her bathroom.

"Okay, let's get you ready." She said excitedly as she rubbed her hands together in a disturbingly evil manner.

I shivered a little but eventually I calmed down. After hours of poking, prodding and painting my face, she finally pushed me into the bathroom and gave me clothes to wear.

She believes I have no fashion sense and she's right. I never cared about my physical appearance.

Except that time when I was going to see Santa Claus.

After putting on the silver dress which had a golden belt in the middle and the heels that she gave me, I put on my glasses and tied my hair into a tight bun.

I can't ever let my hair down or remove the glasses. If mother found out I would have to move and I don't wanna lose what I have here.

I came out to see Maria looking fully dressed and very hot. Her Mexican heritage made her look very exotic and gorgeous.

"Kat, you look beautiful." She said. I didn't really believe her but I didn't care.

I had snuck out of detention for this party and I wasn't going to let my insecurities ruin it.

"Are you ready to party?" She asked in and excited tone. "Hell yeah!" I exclaimed.

Jim drove us to the party as he glared at me the whole drive. The car was filled with an awkward silence.

As soon as he stopped I realized something. Michael was the one throwing the party. I knew his house since I had been here a lot.

There was loud music booming everywhere, lots of cars were parked, drunk teenagers lay on the lawn and red solo cups were everywhere.

Maria and I got out of the car. "Wait." Jim called out to me.
Maria just continued walking to the house. I can't believe she ditched me.

"Look, I may not like you but I actually do care. Be careful and make sure not to get raped or anything.

Keep an eye on my sister for me. You know how crazy she gets. And have fun." He said and drove off before I could say anything.

Stunned, I walked back to the house. I entered and headed straight to the bar. Maria was already sitting there.

"Four tequila shots please." She requested. The barman brought the drinks and we downed them in recorded time.

After taking two more I felt buzzed. I got off the chair and headed to the dance floor with Maria.

Let the party begin!!

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  Edited on June 14th, 2018.

-Daisy