The bell rang on a sunny Friday afternoon in Beacon Hills. My friend Heather and I raced out of the school building, excited for the night that awaited us. We got into her car, eager to get to our little hideaway in the old barn that my parents made for me, to get ready for the party tonight that we were so eager to attend. Heather parked in my driveway and we headed inside. She sat in the living room while I, taking the stairs two at a time headed to my room to get my clothes and makeup. After I got back down, and I headed outside to the old barn.
When I turned ten, my parents decided to turn the old barn in our backyard, into a little house for me. After I met Heather in sixth grade, we started hanging out there and having sleepovers in it. We set up in what we called our dress up room, which used to be an old horse stall. My dad built us a vanity in there and placed a chest in there that used to hold all of our old dress up clothes.
Dumping our makeup onto the vanity, we set to work on our hair and face. Heather went for a bold eyeliner and red lip, her short blonde hair curled. Her outfit, a burgundy long-sleeved crop top and high waisted black shorts, paired with burgundy boots and lace stockings. I went for a more subtle look, my long red hair up in a messy high ponytail, with a black smokey eye and nude lipstick. My outfit consisted of a light blue spaghetti strap top, paired with black leather pants and black heels.
Pretty soon, it was time to leave, so we got back into her car. It was a twenty-minute drive to the party, and the whole way we talked about how excited we were to attend our first high school party.
“Think you’ll pick up a senior Alaina? What if you picked up Barry Winston?” Heather teased at me, knowing my crush on the senior. Barry was the most popular senior in our school, and whose parent’s lake house we were going to for the party.
“Oh please, like Barry would even look at me. He probably doesn’t even know I exist.” I replied back to her.
“But now you look hot. Seriously Alaina, if you were my type and I were single, I’d tap that.” She smirked at me.
“Something tells me that Maylee wouldn’t like that.” I laughed. Maylee was Heather’s girlfriend of three months. She had come out as bisexual about a year ago, and it wasn’t horrible either. Her parents accepted her for who she was, and did not judge, and when Maylee came around, they treated her so nicely. Better than how Maylee’s parents treat her when she came out as a lesbian. However, Maylee is not allowed to spend the night with Heather.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Heather said in a sing-song voice. “with you looking like that, she might just consider a three-way.” She winked at me and I chuckled.
“Well in that case, I feel so honored.” We both laughed. I really liked Maylee, I thought she was really good for Heather.
We arrived at the party, and it had already kickstarted. Cars were lined up in the driveway and down the side of the road. We parked down the road and teetered our way in our heels into the party. With everything we imagined this party to be, nothing could prepare us for what we saw when we walked into the lake house.
I had an inkling to grab Heather and run, but instead I went inside. I could not be the person to turn and run from a party just because I saw other teens drinking. This is what goes on at a high school party, I reminded myself. Just because other teenagers are drinking and getting wasted, doesn’t mean that I have to. I’m sure that I could find a coke or pepsi at this party, what kind of party doesn’t serve soda’s?
“There’s Maylee! I’m going to go over and hang with her!” Heather shouted over the loud music and pointed to her green haired girlfriend. Before I could protest, Heather was out of sight, leaving me alone.
I stumble around the party, avoiding drunk and snogging teens, before my feet start killing me in the heels that Kaite made me wear. I finally came to rest at the island in the kitchen, and took a seat on the bar stool, resting my feet.
“What can I get you?” a voice rang out, startling me. I look up and see Morgan Lannister, another high school senior who plays lacrosse with Barry.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask as a boy I’ve never met sat down in the barstool next to me.
“What can I get you both?” Morgan asks again, this time also asking the mystery boy to my left.
“Do you have coke?” We both ask at the same time.
“Yes, I do, hold on.” Morgan says, turning his back to us.
“I’m Harry.” The mystery boy said.
“Alaina.” I replied back. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you before.”
“No, I live in New York. Barry is my cousin, so I’m visiting for a couple days.” He replied. I’m starting to wonder how long it takes someone to pour a coke. As if he read my thoughts, Morgan is back with two red solo cups, filled with soda.
“Here you go, two cokes.” Morgan said and left us alone.
“You didn’t want something spicy with alcohol?” Harry said as he smiled teasingly at me. He had a nice smile.
“I’m not one to drink alcohol.” I laugh as I take a sip. “What about you?”
“No, no alcohol for me either.” This coke tastes funny, but I think nothing of it.
We sat there drinking our cokes and talking for a few minutes. I feel a little fuzzy, but I chock that up to being nervous that this handsome boy was actually talking to me.
“So, are you here alone?” Harry asked.
“No, I was here with my friend, but she bolted when she saw her girlfriend.” I say. Is my voice slurring? Did Morgan spike my drink?
“Well that wasn’t very nice of her.” Is his voice also slurring?
“No, I suppose not, but I’ll yell at her later about it.” I’m getting really hot.
“Well until you find her, would you care to dance?” Harry asked as he finished his coke and got up and held out his hand.
I chugged the rest of my coke and took his hand. “Sure.”
Then everything went black.
