"Do you ever think of the embarrassment your house-parasite lifestyle bestows upon those unfortunately related to you?" my sister invades my room where I was chatting with my online friends. "You can ignore me all you want, but cyberspace does not count as a social life" She makes a good point, my non existent social life is pretty obvious.

"Woah, where do you think you're going dressed like that?" I ask Mila, criticizing her revealing outfit that made my little sister look like the local whore. "Mac's party, duh" She tossed her blonde mane back which wafted her concentrated fragrance my way. Gag.

Mac is my sister's college boyfriend who she's been faithfully dating for 4 months, and as an added bonus; he gets her into every exclusive college party. "You should come too, loner" Mila added. Loner is an understatement."No" "But you're in Grade 11 and still a party virgin. That's unheard of!" Mila reasoned. I usually took my sister's words for granted but she was being brutally honest in this case and maybe I needed a wake up call. What am I even doing? I'm in highschool and I only have one friend. I have forever lived in a mentality to not give a fuck what people think but damn, they must be bitching awful things about me behind my back. "Alright, I surrender; Let's go to this...party"

I never initially had murder on my agenda that night. At all.

I was wearing one of Mila's dresses, too tight in the chest and lacking in length. It made sense, our heights were rather diverse.

We were on a mission, well, different missions. Mila's was to get dead drunk (ugh) and mine was to survive this party. "Stop! We're here" my sister commanded. I parked my Nissan on the side of the road and got out of the car. Don't be socially awkward, Don't be socially awkward. It was fucking freezing outside, curse the weather and double curse the high heeled shoes that made my walk ridiculous. "Um, one last thing" Mila grabbed my bare shoulder on the walk up to her boyfriend's loft. "Mhm" "I won't be introducing you as my sister"

"This is my friend Marina" Typical move on behalf of my sister to hide the embarrassing truth. I have never actually had the "pleasure" of meeting Mila's boyfriend but he was a pretty boy and I can't stand pretty boys. "Well hello there sexy" Mac said flirtatiously when he laid eyes on me. Creep. I avoided eye contact. "You lovely young ones are among the first to arrive. Come on in, don't be shy" Perv. Suddenly I regretted accompanying my sister but on the other hand, I need to watch over her. If he tries anything... But she's been with this idiot for 4 months.

I put my arm on Mila's protectively as she ignored me and continued to smile ridiculously at her boyfriend like he was god. He looked like a male version of herself with blonde hair that looked like it was spun from strands of silk and piercing blue eyes "Marina, I'm going spend some time with Mac if you don't mind" Mila's eyes remained steady on her boyfriend like she was contemplating what dirty things she was going to do to him in private. I was going to be sick, this relationship was indubitably illegal.

Even if our parents found out, they couldn't give a rat's ass; they were not authority figures in either of their children's lives and behave like Mila and I are our own responsibility. It's always been this way, we could pretty much get away with anything in our household because nothing is considered an act of rebellion. "Not at all" I lied even though the last thing I wanted was for the two of them to be alone.

Maybe I was being way too paranoid. I trusted my sister. I walked (wobbled) into Mac's kitchen across the hall which had a variety of snacks set out on the counter and a cooler beside it. "Hey tall stuff!" I was greeted by an overly tan and botoxed girl who shook a beer in her left hand "Beer?" she offered. "Uh, no thanks" I said uncomfortably. "It's German. Whatever, your loss newbie" she gave me a quick once-over "You're really pretty, a little on the undersaturated side, but I'm jealous" the girl confessed. "Don't be, I'm Marina by the way, nice to meet you" I held out my hand which was sweating from social anxiety "I'm a mystery" she shook my hand. Fair enough.

I moved over to within counters reach and grabbed for a brownie "Weed brownies alert" some random guy with thick framed glasses warned me from across the counter. I dropped the brownie and thanked him but it was drowned out by Dubstep music which was cranked up to full blast. The pounding bass assaulted my poor eardrums.

At this point, Mac's college friends were multiplying in numbers and the humidity in the air was accumulating as more bodies started dancing. I couldn't identify Mila or Mac in the crowd though and I could feel my spine tense. Ew, some drunk bastard started grinding me from behind. It was time to call quits and ditch.

But from the corner of my eye, I caught something- someone. It was kind of hard to miss, the one outcast isolated from the crowd, he was leaning against the wall- appeared to be texting in public. Haha, I recognized the socially awkward trick that I put to the test all too frequently. I shoved the sick fuck humping my backside and made my way over to my male equivalent, but I only reached him halfway before something made me stop cold in my tracks.