"You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you'd experience. You have rejection and you have learn how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it " ~Unknown

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"Go home."

"Aww come on, it's not like I haven't heard you sing before."

"Get lost Amelia. Stop being a bitch.

"Ah, but that's who I am."

"Why don't you pick your clothes up from home." I asked her. I din't want to go to the party but that was the only way to get her. I'll cross that bridge later. She looks at me before holding out her hand. I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Keys."

Sighing, I throw my car keys at her. She flashes me a grin before disappearing out the door. At least she's gone.

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And she's not back yet. She left around four and now it's six-thirty. Well if she ain't coming then I ain't going to those Hellish places called parties.

I might as well find stuff to do.

What to do? I look around my room. Let's clean my room. I actually like cleaning my room. I don't know why others my age hate it. Oh, maybe it's because they have a life. Figures.

I blast some music on my speakers and start cleaning my room. Picking up the clothes that were lying on the floor, I bring them over to my bed and start putting them away, all the while dancing around my room. It's not long before someone is at my bedroom door. I don't know who it is but they haven't made their presence known and if they've come to scare me then they're wrong.

"You look hot when you dance." Evan says.

I let out a blood curling scream and turning around with a triumphant smile on my face. I let out a laugh at the sight in front of me. Mason has his hands over his ears and a pained expression on his face, Evan looks more or less the same and Amelia has her eyes closed and is grimacing.

"Damn girl, your voice is so high, too high for my liking. I'll have to shut you up." Mason says. I can not answer because I'm laughing so hard. When I eventually stop and look up Mason has that amazed look on his face again. Which never fails to confuse me. I ain't amazing.

"What are you doing here?" I ask turning the music off. My question is directed at Amelia as I have no interest in acknowledging the other two bastards who are now in my room.

"Why aren't you ready yet?" Amelia shoots back at me.

"I'm not going."

She smirks one of her evil smirks. "Babe, of course you are."

"I thought you said we should stop calling each other that because," I clear my throat "One of these days a guy will steal your heart and you'll fall in love with him." I finish off with a high tone.

Amelia glares at me, "I do not sound like that."

I smirk at her, "Sure."

She ignores me and walks over to my closet. "What are you doing?" I ask her.

"Getting you dressed."

"I can dress myself, thank you very much."

"That was easy, whatcha gonna wear?"

"Do you even need to ask?" I question her, quirking my eyebrow.

"You can't go to a party wearing jeans." Amelia tries to reason.

"Choose a top." I say.

"This" she says as she reaches into my closet. The top she's holding out is strapless and has a sweetheart neckline and it barely covered my boobs.

"What? Ya think I'm gonna wear that?" I drawled.

"It's either this or you let me dress you up."

"That's yours bitch."

"I know."

I blinked at her, weighing my options. If I wore that dress, I'd be able to wear jeans but I'd be deemed a slut. Damn.

"Do what you want." I grumbled.

She grinned at me and turned to the boys who were now lounging on my beanbags. "Boys help me out."

What?

"Ames." I growled. She turned around and stuck out her tongue at me.

"I'm fine watching." Evan's deep voice came. Okay then, only Mason.

"I'll help." Mason said with a smirk on his lips.

Immediately, a groan left my lips. Surely, I'd look like a hooker tonight. God, I hope not. Amelia rifles through my clothes, muttering under her breath. After searching for a while, she turn to me and asks me "Where is it?"

"Where's what bitch?"

"That golden shiny dress, the one you wore to your mom's friend's winter wedding."

"No," I shake my head. "It's tiny."

"It reaches your thighs." She argues, earning a glare from me."

"This?" My head snaps to Mason and another groan leaves my lips. Why did he have to find it? I hate him. Amelia smirks at me. "Yep." She says, popping the 'p'. "Go try it on, or I'm forcing you into it."

I snatch the dress from a grinning Mason. Going into the en suite bathroom, I take off my comfortable clothes and slip the dress on. Well at least I look good in it. I pick up the clothes I'd dropped on the floor and walk out of the bathroom.

"Babe you look good."

"No shit Sherlock." Mason says.

"You've got nice legs." Evan contributes.

"Like you haven't seen them before." Amelia snaps at Evan, earning a glare from said boy.

"Ames!" I hiss at her.

"Am I missing something here?" Mason intervenes.

Amelia and I shake our heads at him. Amelia throws me some black platform pumps. "Put them on."

I obediently put them on. Re-playing Amelia and Evan's fight in my head silently.

"All of you, get out of my room. I'll be down in a minute." I tell the trio.

Evan wouldn't even be one step in my house if my dad was there. Instead, he would be in the hospital. That's how overprotective my dad was. Also, he would have a bruised cheek. But my parents were out. I go over to my mirror and put on some cherry red lipstick and try to put on some mascara. I succeed though, I poke my eye with it a few times. Ouch. I walk down the stairs and see them waiting for me by the door. I put my phone in a small pocket that's at the side of my dress and lock up.

Let's go to this party then. I think as I get into Mason's car.