Hold onto your panties people

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I'm unsure of how to answer Elena.

I make a mental list of pros and cons about going to this party with people I hardly know. Do I even want to go with Elena? I don't even know her, and I can tell we don't seem like the kind of people to hangout with one another.

Bec's words ring in my head about how I need to meet people and make an effort. What kind of person does it make me to refuse to hangout with others just because we look different and have different tastes?

Your parents would want you to give others a chance. The annoying voice in my head makes me want to smash my face into a brick wall, but yet again, my subconscious is right. I need to be open. This is college for God sakes!

"I'm feeling a little better," I say, fumbling with my fingers. Elena allows a slow grin to take over her face. She puts her hands on her tiny waist, lifting a brow with that smile still plastered on her face.

"Soooo...?"

"I'll go," I cave. She lets out a squeak, and I can't understand why me going makes her so excited.

"For real this time?" She asks with a laugh. I nod and give her an apologetic smile.

"This is great, you'll get to meet some more people and plus classes don't start until Tuesday so you have a couple days," She says in a very matter-of-fact tone. Maybe I'm just being close minded. The parties I've gone to before were fun, but I also had Bec at my side with others before I carved them out of my life.

"So, which one should I wear?" Suddenly she's digging through her mess of a closet, pulling out what I think are dresses. I'm not sure what they are though as they look like bungee cords. There's an abundance of holes in one that is black and leather on the sides, with thin shoulder straps. The other is maroon and looks like it's made from seatbelts glued together.

"Um... Well they're both pretty different," I say with a questioning stare. A part of me feels bad as I just once again realized I'm seeming judgmental.

"I stole this one from Josie," She says, throwing the black one onto the bed. As if reading my mind, she sighs and sits on the bed. "Josie used to hangout with us." I assume 'us' means her and the jerksquad.

"But not anymore?" I ask, trying to think of what I will wear now that I've decided I'm going.

Elena bites her lip and looks away, her eyes allow me to read her like an open book as I recognize guilt flash in them.

"It's complicated," She says getting up and going to her desk where sits down and decides to add even more mascara onto her very thick lashes. She says nothing more, and proceeds to put on a song on her speaker. It's loud, and damn near obnoxious, but I keep quiet.

I sigh and sit at my desk, pulling out a sitting mirror from the bottom drawer. I bite my lip at my appearance. No wonder Luke was so quick to think I was disgusting, I mean I definitely don't look in the least bit presentable by any natural standards I used to hold. My hair is in a sideways bun from this morning when I got onto the plane, and I'm in a plane black tee with baggy grey sweats.

I grab a makeup palette out from another drawer and start with simple gold shadow, then I apply mascara and add a little concealer. Not too much, not too little. I add a hint of highlight before I'm done. When I look over at Elena doing the same thing, she's gluing on fake lashes while glancing at her phone every so often.

I go to my closet and can't help but wonder what ever it was I used to wear at parties. I close my eyes.

"Sara! I can almost see your butt cheek," My mom says with a playful glare. Bec chuckles behind me on the staircase.

"Others should thank me for being able to see such a blessed butt cheek!" I reply with a laugh. My mom shakes her head of blonde curls before laughing with us.

"Can't you cover up a little honey?" She asks with a brow raise. I sigh, trudging back up the stairs to grab a jacket while Bec grabs something to eat from our fridge.

I shake my head at myself. I don't want to think of them right now. I reach for a simple black tank that wraps around my neck and is floats atop my waist. I grab a pair of ripped jeans and my black flats to finish it off. I look at the clock on my phone and notice it's already 6.

Time flies when you meet a mean boy with tattoos and can't stop thinking about parties and your dead parents.

I send Bec a text as I plug in my straightener to an outlet under my desk. I'm not quite ready to face the truth about communal bathrooms.

"Going to the dumb party."

After 5 minutes, my phone goes off.

"Put on ur happy face!" I scowl and finish ironing my hair. When I'm done, I notice Elena is sitting on her bed, her black hair in a high pony tail, her maroon dress hugging her thin figure.

She looks up at me past her phone, unsure of what to say. "Are you sure you want to wear that?" She asks. "Yes," I reply, defending my outfit. I'm not going to be the one to tell her that her dress was made from the belt of a car, but maybe someone else will.

She smiles. "No hate, just checking."

I awkwardly sit on my bed, and pull out my phone to pretend to be doing something. "When are leaving?" I ask. Elena purses her lips at her phone.

"The guys are gonna pick us up any minute."

"The guys?"

"Yeah, Jake, Eli and Luke. But hands off Jake, because I'm gonna make that man my slave," She says, licking her lips with a passion burning in her eyes. I shrink back, horrified. Jake seemed nice enough, the one with tattoos on his neck.

"Oh, um, I-"

"They're here!" She squeals, a notification dinging on her phone. I huff, hoping I won't regret this.

As we leave our room, I look around to see if anyone else is dressed up to go to a party. I see no one, and follow Elena to the parking lot on high alert.

"So who's house is it?" I ask.

"It's Jake's older brothers, Dean. He's also super hot, but kind of an asshole. So naturally I'm attracted to him," She jokes as we come to the lot. I force a smile.

A red Dodge Challenger pulls up, Luke's face appearing in the drivers seat. His eyes are narrowed as he listens to Eli in the passenger seat. Does this guy ever smile?

Eli looks at us through Luke who has one hand on the wheel. He looks at us, his eyes scanning me up and down, making me uncomfortable.

"You're seriously bringing Sweatpants?" He asks Elena as we round the car. Maybe this was a bad idea. I hate feeling unwanted and like a burden, but for some reason I kind of want to go just to piss off Luke, who seems to have ill feelings towards me over nothing.

"Sara," I snap, noticing Jake chuckle lightly in the back. Eli gets out, moving the front seat upward so we can get in. It's awkward to get in as it's such a small car and only has two doors.

"Say something, Sweatpants?" Luke asks as I take a seat.

"My name is Sara," I say curtly.

"Toe-may-toe, toe-maw-toe," Luke replies with the roll of his eyes. I ball my fists at my sides. He's insufferable. Jake sits to the far left, with Elena in the middle, squishing herself closer to him. He simply smiles and makes conversation.

"So, Sara, where are you from?" Jake asks, looking over Elena to me.

"Washington. You?"

"San Bernardino," He replies. I have no idea where that is so I nod and smile as if I do.

The car conversation continues, and I realize that both me and Luke haven't really said much. Eli, Jake and Elena seem perfectly content with it being this way. Of course, there are at least fifty curse words flying around in this small car during the entire ride, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable and awkward as I just stare out of the small sliver of the window.

I find myself looking up at the stars, wondering where Mom and Dad ended up. Are they up there? Is there even an afterlife? Or is there a dark, black, abyss of nothingness?

"Hey, Sweatpants, get the fuck out," Luke's icey gaze is in the rear view mirror, glaring at me. I now realize that we're here, the car door is open, and I'm holding everyone in. I say nothing, my cheeks hot, and get out.

The air, although warm, is nice and somehow refreshing. It's dark out and we're at a house at the end of a court where there are no other houses built. It seems a little sketchy, but I'm relieved when I notice a group of scantily clad girls walking into the house.

Elena suddenly hooks her arm around mine. "Are you gonna just stand here all night or are we gonna go have some fun?" She smiles, and I return it, happy that so far we get along decently. The three boys are already walking ahead of us, Jake and Eli lightly shoving one another, and Luke with his hands in his pockets.

Elena takes us to the house, and I can hear the music inside. I give Dean, Jake's brother props for choosing a house with no other around it to complain about the noise. It's a decently sized house, with a good location for a party.

We march up the driveway, a few more people following behind us. Jake opens the door, allowing the rest of us inside. There's music playing in one living room, all the furniture pushed to the side as a group of people sit in the middle playing what looks like suck-and-blow. I remember playing in high school. Luckily I never dropped my card.

"Let me introduce you to Dean," Elena then proceeds to drag me to the kitchen, past the stairs, where a group of older people seem to be hanging out, a pill in each of their hands, and a daring smile to be followed.

"Dean! Before you pop that, I want to introduce you to my newest friend!" Elena screeches and catches the attention of a very attractive man, with a strong and square jaw, blonde messy hair and beautiful blue eyes. He's tall, and muscular too.

Too bad I can't snap a pic to Bec and Aunt Leslie, because I'm pretty sure he's the "hot surfer boy" that I'm supposed to be taking pictures of.

He gives me a friendly smile, one that feels genuine and I feel myself relax. "I'm Dean, Jake's older brother," He says, closing his palm around the pill.

"Sara," I say. I notice that Elena and Jake are talking to some girls, and Luke and Eli are officially gone.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Sara. Do you go to Western University?"

"Yeah," I say lamely. He nods his head. "Do you want one?" He asks, opening his hand. My stomach churns. "I'm good, thank you though," I mutter.

He nods again, his eyes resting on me a little longer than I'm okay with.

"Sara!" Elena chirps with two solo cups in her hand. She pushes one to me, lifting hers to her mouth.

"What is it?" I ask, about to smell it.

"Oh no girl, I would not do that," She says, a bubbly laugh coming from her throat. She's already drunk? Didn't we just walk in not even five minutes ago?

I shrug, and I know that I'm going to need to have some sort of a buzz to keep this fake smile act going. Wow, it's really like nothing has changed since school.

It's the same routine. Force a smile. It makes my cheeks hurt, but I never say anything. Bec scolds me, telling me not to care what others think. But I don't want to cry. It makes me feel so weak. So instead, I'll resort to what I believe to be easier -- putting on the smile.

I put the drink to my lips, not really enjoying the burning feeling, and acid like taste.

"It's rum and coke. Well...it's rum with some coke in it," Elena laughs again at my flustered face. I frown, but say nothing, sipping a little more although it's difficult.

I notice that everyone around me leans their head back as they chant and count down to three, thrusting the little pill into their mouths.

Elena has trying to chat up Dean, but he's busy drinking out of a matching red solo cup, staring at me. My skin prickles, so I walk away, unsure of where I'm even going. I'm in the living room, and I decide that, although there's hardly any room, I'm going to sit on the very gross looking couch with stains on it.

There's still a group down below playing that dumb game, and - oh! Now two girls are kissing. Great.

The couch is full of people being drunk hooligans, laughing freely next to one another. I part of me is very much annoyed at them, and apart of me wants to be joining them. I hold my breath and take another sip of this...evil juice...that has been given to me by Elena.

I'm finally starting to relax, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a group of people shoving someone outside. There's a boy in the middle, I'm assuming my age, and his eyes are wide and frantic as he tries to run through the group. I narrow my eyes, noticing that Luke is sitting by the table near the back door -- watching aimlessly, a vodka bottle in his hands.

That...stupid...annoying...attractive...

Wait, where am I going with this?

I quickly glance at my cup and I realize that half of it is now in my stomach and in my voice. My feet are moving before my brain can process and I find myself rushing to the back door. As I reach for the glass handle, Luke's arm reaches out to stop me.

"Go away," His eyes are void of any emotion whatsoever as he bosses me around.

"First of all, I don't enjoy you. Second, don't be bossy," I say. He looks at the drink in my hand. "You're feeling awfully brave tonight, Sweatpants." I'm about to argue with him until I hear a shout from outside.

I reach for the handle again, but he stops me...again.

"What's your deal?"

He gives me a smirk, and I notice that he has one tattoo that does reach up to his neck just slightly. "I'll make you a deal. If you leave, I'll take you upstairs, fuck you till you can't remember your own name, and call it a night. Sound good, Sweat-"

But before he can finish, his face is covered in rum and coke. Well, coke with a little rum in it. I don't have time to revel in the face he's probably making as I'm not throwing myself outside and running over to a group of four hassling an individual.

"Stop!" He's shouting, but they're all tossing him around like he's a dodgeball.

"Hey! Hey stop that!" I scream, running to them. The guys all stop to look at me, and the one in the middle has a wild look in his eyes as he watches me.

"Who the hell are you?" One guy asks. He has a pierced lip and rings all up and down one ear. He has longer wavy hair down to his shoulders, with the front pulled back.

"Um..." Okay so I didn't really think this through.

"She's kinda hot," One of the guys says, throwing their victim to the ground.

I cringe, not really wanting to be eyed at the moment.

Luke's POV

There's a burning sensation on my eyes and my lips. My eyes because, Sweatpants decided to throw her drink in my face. My blood is broiling and I'm feeling the color red. My lip then stings because it still suffers from a fight I got into a week or so ago.

As I look out of the window, I realize that the guys hassling Cyrus have turned their attention to Sweatpants. She's so stupid, I should just let her be and suffer the consequences. Her backs up momentarily, putting her hands in defense. I'm so pissed that at the moment all I can think about shoving someone's fucking head into a wall.

I look out the window again, noticing that no one seems to notice anyone in the backyard.

The guys start to come closer to Sweatpants.

God damn it to fucking Hell!

I open the door, and immediately everyone's eyes are on me.

"Luke? She's not yours is she?" Ethan asks, his brother, Nate at his side with a gleaming smile.

Sweatpants is about to open her mouth, but goes quiet when she realizes the situation she's in. All this over fucking Cyrus.

"Don't be fucking stupid. She's a friend of mine's sister." At that, they all look at one another, Sweatpants looking at me very confused and ... well some other lame emotion I can't quite pinpoint.

"Don't be mad, she came to us, didn't you?" Ethan asks with a fat smirk on his face. Hopefully she keeps her obnoxious mouth shut.

"You're disgusting," She spits. Of fucking course.

Angered, Nate tries to come up to her, until I'm at her side in a hurry.

"Luke-"

"Get the fuck out of here before I break your neck."

"Chill out, Rivers," Ethan says with a dazed smile. Clearly he's intoxicated as all Hell right now. I can't believe I'm even out here, helping the girl that threw a damn drink all over me.

Ethan, Nate, and their side kick walk to the porch and finally they're back inside, terrorizing someone else I presume.

Instead of thanking me, like what I expected, Sweatpants runs over to Cyrus.

"Oh what was that? A thank you? Oh, you're so welcome," I hiss at her, but she only ignores me, leaving me to roll my eyes.

"Thank you, those guys.." Cyrus breathes heavily, coming to his feet with the help of Sweatpants.

"It's okay, they're gone now," She whispers, kindness oozing from her voice. Where the hell is the kindness I deserve?

"My name is Sara," She introduces herself to Cyrus who nods and smiles.

"Um, hello?" I snip, again. They turn to look at me. Sweatpants has an unimpressed look on her face, whereas skittish little Cyrus looks nervous.

"Th-thanks," Cyrus utters, using Sara as his protection. I mean Sweatpants. Sweatpants as protection.

"Congratulations, you did what any decent person with morals would have done," She says, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Okay, fuck this. Fuck helping this annoying ass girl. I sneer at her before disappearing inside.

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