Tobias

"Four!" I hear my best friend, Zeke, shout. I turn around and see the mischievous grin plastered on his face as he lightly jogs towards me. "Okay, so my parents are out of town tonight and I'm throwing a kick-ass party," he tells me enthusiastically.

"And what the hell does that have to do with me?" I ask him, not caring about whether or not I'm being rude. Zeke knows all too well that I don't do well in parties. Not only am I more awkward than I like to admit, but since I'm the quarterback of the football team I have to spend the whole time avoiding drunk girls trying to hook up with me.

"C'mon man! It's gonna be kick-ass!" he tries to persuade me. He pulls the corner of his lips down into a frown, and looks at me with mock sad eyes.

"Whatever, Zeke. I'll think about it," I tell him after rolling my eyes. His frown instantly turns into a smile that stretches from ear to ear, and he begins doing some insanely embarrassing celebratory dance. Once again, I roll my eyes at my best friend's idiotic behavior.

"I promise that you won't regret it man!" Zeke assures me as he begins to walk towards his first period class. "It starts at 8:00... try not to be late!"

~o0o~

I'm sitting on my couch, watching some lame documentary about penguins when my phone buzzes. I sigh as I attempt to fish it out of my jean pocket, and I sigh once again when I read the message.

Zeke ~ Where r u dude? It's 8:45!

I roll my eyes.

I said I'd think about it, I never said I was coming...

Zeke ~ Get your ass off of your couch and come over!

… Please?

I sigh as I send a quick response, and pull myself up from the comfort of my couch. I throw on a pair of crappy tennis shoes, and walk outside and into my car. Within minutes, I pull up into Zeke's neighborhood. Already I can hear the sound of music and obnoxious teenagers, and I begin regretting my decision to come. Since half of the school seems to be at the party, I am forced to park ten houses down and walk the rest of the way to his house. I am about ten feet into my walk when I hear a loud and abrupt screech coming from my left. I turn around just in time to see a black truck full of teenagers nearly ram into my car. I take in a sharp breath, and watch as the doors to the car open and a bunch of people begin acting like idiotic showoffs.

One after one, each teenager jumps out of the moving vehicle and onto the hard pavement. Not a single one of them manages to make a perfect landing, and most of them end up falling on their asses. Except for one girl, who somehow manages to execute a perfect landing even when the car was moving at its fastest. I can't quite tell who she is, but from where I'm standing I can see that she is very small, wearing slightly inappropriate clothing, and has curly blonde hair that falls down her back. I decide to look away when she begins making out with some buff kid with piercings and black hair, and I continue to walk towards Zeke's house.

When I enter the house, I am greeted by loud music, flashing lights, and Zeke's younger brother, Uriah.

"Hey, Four!" Uriah shouts over the loud music with a large grin plastered on his face. Even though the party only started about an hour ago, Uriah is already slightly swaying back and fourth with a drunken look on his face.

"Hey, kid," I shout back, and I ruffle his mop of brown hair. He attempts to swat my hand away, but since I am about five inches taller and much stronger than him, I am able to continue screwing up his hair. Finally, I decide to leave him alone, and to scan the room in hopes of finding his idiot brother. "Where the hell is Zeke?" I ask Uriah after a good thirty seconds or looking around and not being able to find him. He was the one who practically forced me to come to this stupid party, so he better not be doing stuff with some girl in his bedroom.

"He's-" Uriah begins to tell me, but is cut off by the sound of a girl calling his name. He turns around, and smiles when he sees a leggy blonde, most likely his girlfriend, heading his way. They begin passionately making out, and I decide that that's my Que to leave him and his girlfriend alone for a while.

I'm about to start looking for Zeke again when a strong hand wraps firmly around my arm. I flinch a little more that I care to admit, and look over to see Zeke's smiling face. Without any explanation, he begins dragging me to the middle of his living room. Once we're there, I notice that all of the furniture is pressed up firmly against the cream colored walls. Shit! This can only mean one thing...

"Truth or dare!" Zeke shouts.