This was harder then I thought.  I was staring at my rack of dresses. There were all sorts of colours and lengths. I'd already tried three dresses on but I didn't like them that much, I mean we're going to take pictures right? And they'll most likely be put on Facebook as well so I had to look nice.  After a long fifteen minutes I had chosen a dress, it was a black and white hem dress the top half was white with thick straps then the bottom half was black with the front of the dress being short and the back of the dress got longer.  Deciding that I would never survive in heels I decided to wear plain black ballerina flats, for my safety and the others. With my make-up I stuck with the classic cat eye look with mascara and bronzer, then finally I curled the front of my hair so they were big curls that went into my naturally wavy hair.  Happy with my look I grabbed my iPhone and went down the stairs it was quarter to seven so Grace should be here soon and Taylor.

I made myself a glass of water and sat at the kitchen island excitedly.  I couldn't believe it! My first high school party, I'd get to meet new people including boys...heck I could meet my Prince Charming tonight! I grinned from ear to ear.  There would be alcohol there too right? With drunken idiots trying to get in your pants but I could handle that at least.  I wasn't nervous at all bearing in mind I've never drunk alcohol before unless you count sneaky sips of your brothers beer at a high school party drinking which I seriously doubt.

"Whoa." Speak of the devil "Aren't you a bit dolled up for just a sleepover?" Bellamy asked.  I hadn't even told him where I was going yet, even if he said no I'd still be going.

"I'm going to a party," I stated sipping my drink elegantly.

"So when were you going to actually tell me about this party?" He looked pretty annoyed.

"I just did," I shrugged.

"Don't push me Gretch," he sighed. "You know what it's going to be like right?"

"Yes!" I rolled my eyes "The usual typical horny teenagers drinking till oblivious, I get it."

"Well I want you home by twelve and you don't have sex, don't do drugs and don't come home shit faced you're only seventeen remember,"

"Geeze I know already ok I'll be safe," I reassured him, car lights flickered through the window followed by the horn. "That's my ride," I edged to the door.

"Back by twelve." he nodded "And you look nice by the way."

"Thanks," I smiled before disappearing through the door.  I smiled at Taylor who was behind the wheel looking sassy with her smokey eye make-up, then I caught a glimpse of Grace in the backseat with natural make-up but a beautiful bright pink on her lips it suited her.

"Hey," I smiled getting in the front.

"Hi! I saw Grace on the way so I picked her up," Taylor smiled before reversing off the drive and onto the main road.

"This is going to be a sick partayyy!" Taylor shouted, her silliness caused me laugh a little.

"Who has a party on Monday nights anyway? We have school tomorrow..." Grace asked confused. I had to admit that there was an element of truth, it was a stupid idea having a party with alcohol on a Monday evening with school in the morning but that wasn't going to stop people getting drunk on free booze.  Plus, I guess this Ethan boy's parents don't go out that often as the party was at such short notice.  After twenty minutes of girl chat about boys and Taylor's pearls of wisdom we arrived.

"We're here!" Taylor exclaimed parking neatly into an empty slot.

"This boys parents must be rich..." Grace gazed at the surroundings. She was right again, the house looked large and we could see a conservatory from here, there was plenty of greenery with a huge lawn. Everyone got out of the car slowly, so now I could see what they're wearing. Grace was wearing a short baby pink dress that puffed out slightly below the waistline with a pair of high top pink converse, her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, overall Grace's outfit made her look super cute what with her dimples and all. Damn her again. Taylor wore a little black dress outlined with black sequins that came mid thigh she had a pair of amazing gladiator sandals on and to finish the whole sexy look off her hair was curled into ringlets that barely brushed her shoulders.

"Come on let's go!" She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along towards the huge house. All I gotta do is act myself and don't fall on my stupid face.  It was just a party right?

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"What the hell is this again!" I shouted over the thudding music to Taylor.

"I think it's Raspberry sourz," she called back. Gross, I was on my 6th shot of this and now it started to make my tongue feel rough and left a horribly zangy taste I didn't like. If there was any beer on the table I'd have one of them but since all the jocks had them in was left with the other stuff. Grace has already wandered off to someone else with some peach shnapps in her cup and it so happened to be a boy.

"Hey I'll be back in a minute...Jasons over there I better go talk to him." Taylor squeezed my shoulder before leaving.  Great. Now I was left alone surrounded by horny teenagers grinding and swaying to the music. I grabbed the cup Taylor left with some stuff left in and went through to the hallway to lean against the banister.  I got that feeling that someone was standing right behind me but it's a party, probably just someone dancing.

"I didn’t think you’d turn up." A husky voice whispered in my ear.  I spun round and was confronted by the new boy Nathan, yet again may I add.

"Piss off."

"Well that's mean." What did he just say? Mean?

"I'm mean? What about your hissy fit from earlier princess?" I spat. Literally I saw his eyes darken and that unnerving feeling came back.

"Gretchen Rousso-” he begun.

"I don’t want to hear it." I say walking away; I could still feel his stare boring through my skull.  I walked back to the alcohol table and picked up a bottle of vodka.  Who does he think he is? Storming around the place like nobodies business.  Without thinking I threw my head back and took a swig of vodka wincing a little, I decided this bottle was off limits to anyone else but my lips.

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 "Gretch...I think you need to put the bottle down..." Grace said trying to take my precious vodka away.

"No!" I snapped. It's official I'm drunk.  My head was spinning and banging in different places, and even though I was on steady ground and wearing flat shoes I seemed to be swaying and almost falling. Moving away from Grace I headed for the banister but I only made it to the doorway.

"Shhhhiiittt!" I mutter blinking away the bluryness.

"Congratulations on getting yourself pissed." That familiar voice spoke again.

"Your such a...turd!" I slurred.

"Really? Turd is all you've got when your drunk?" He crossed his arms over his toned chest.  Even though my sight was hazy them blue eyes seemed to stare right into my hazel ones.

"I've got a lot more where that came from..." I stuck my tongue out like a child.

"I'm sure you have," a new voice spoke slightly amused. "Hey Gretch." Max smiled down at me, but he got closer and closer until his lips were on mine.  Out the corner of my eye I saw Nathan’s jaw clench. Realising that Max was still on my face I tried to push him away.

"Get off! Fucking leach!" I shoved him away and stumbled away from the scene, swinging the bottle once more I stumbled outside. A bunch of jocks were laughing around a table.

"Heeeyyyyy guyysss!" I called running over to them and climbing on top of the table.

"Eh hi?" one of them said.

"Come oonnnn dance!" I shouted and with that I started to move my hips in time with the music, this earned a few whoops and whistles but probably for the wrong reasons.

"Gretchen!" a firm voice shouted. Looking down I saw an annoyed looking Taylor.

"Tayloooooorrr join me Tayloooooorrr!"

"Get down from the table Gretch!" she demanded.

"No!" All saw was her storming off back inside the house. Buzzkill.

Taylor's P.O.V

How could she be so stupid? Showing herself off to them filthy jocks out there.  I needed someone to help get her down, I mean I can't do it she probably go all Jackie Chan on my butt.  Looking around the lounge I spotted the guy at lunch, he would do he obviously stands his ground so Gretch might not struggle.  Heading towards him I notice his black tee and tight leather jacket. Yeah he'll do.

"Excuse me? Nathan?" he turned to face me with no expression on his face. "Um I was wondering if you would help me. You see its Gretchen..." he nodded for me to continue, "She's absolutely pissed out of her skull and won't come down from the table outside, I need to get her down so I can call her brother. Can you help?"

"Alright," he said, walking past me and out into the garden.

Gretchen's P. O. V

"Gretch this is your last chance get down!" Taylor called again.  Glancing over to her I noticed her reinforcement. Completely ignoring Taylor I took another swig from the bottle. The next thing I knew I was being grabbed by warm arms and lifted off the table.

"Hey! Get the fuck off me!" I shouted banging my free hand on his chest which seemed to do nothing. "Hey you got pretty eyes….." I say staring into his eyes.

"So now your making small talk?" he asked in his deep voice his face inches from my own.

"Sorry about her she's having major mood swings," Taylor said.  I was placed on the ground and my phone was taken from me.

"Hey my phone!"

"Shhh shut up." Taylor hushed and pressed the phone to her ear walking away.

"Psssst." I called at Nathan since I was slumped on the floor, he looked down at me.

"Psssst." I called again.

"What?"

"Pssttt!"

"What!"

"You have a pretty face." I giggled to myself, he just rolled his eyes at me.  Taylor reappeared from her phonecall and nodded at Nathan.

"He's on his way now. And he's not happy." she sighed "You mind staying here just incase?"

"Sure." and it went like this: Taylor would try and make conversation while Nathan would give blunt answers to reduce the amount of conversation.  Getting bored of this I decided to crawl away since no one was paying attention back to my podium table and climbed back on top of it taking the last swig of my bottle and smashing it on the ground. That got their attention...oops.

"Gretchen!" Taylor cursed "I swear to god I won't bring you to a party like this again. Nathan tried reaching out to grab me off the table but I kept slapping his hands away.

"Noooooo!" I screamed.

"Gretchen, you might fall." he said.

"Gretch?" a new voice called.

Oh shit.

 Bellamy jogged over looking pretty pissed off.

"Gretchen Rousso you get the fuck down from there!" he shouted pointing an accusing finger at me.

"Your not my dad!" I huffed and sighed a defeated sigh "I'm tired..." I wined.

"I'm not surprised so get down so I can take you home." Bellamy held out his hands for me.

"No." I turned to Nathan as he took the hint and lifted me down. Bellamy gave him the glare of the century and snatched me away.

"I'll take it from here." he said icily. "Thanks Taylor," he smiled taking my phone from her.  Stumbling away he picked me up and carried me instead. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.

"Big bwooooother!" I laughed

"I told you not to get shit faced Gretch," he sighed.

"I'm not! I haven't got shit spread on my face!"

"Never mind," he huffed and placed me in his car. "You’re going to have the hangover of the century tomorrow."