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Burning Down The House - Nickelback
Before the party, you found yourself torn between either wearing a skirt or shorts. As you pondered over your clothing choices, your phone gave a shrill ring and you absentmindedly picked it up.
"Hello," you said into the receiver as you compared the skirt and shorts with your orange ombre tank top.
"(F/N), I don't know what to wear," Emily whined as you heard distinctive shuffling from her end of the phone.
You gave a snort as you finally chose the sequined skirt as it complimented your orange top beautifully.
"Miss Fashionista who has a walk in closet doesn't have anything to wear?" you asked sarcastically and you heard her click her tongue on the other end.
"What do you think is more appropriate? My turquoise sundress or a bustier and shorts?" she asked urgently as you mentally pictured her outfit.
"I really wanna impress Dave," your best friend said petulantly as you stifled a giggle.
"Honey, go with the bustier and shorts, he won't know what hit him," you said playfully.
When you finally drove up to Zander's driveway, the party was already in full swing as you noticed a few drunk couples hanging outside the front porch.
You frowned as you stared at your dashboard's time and saw that you were half an hour late. You mentally cursed yourself as you hopped out of your jeep and threw on your cardigan. You checked to see if your makeup was in place through your Jeep's rear view mirror before stepping in the warm interior.
The Used 'Burning Down The House' was blasting from the huge speakers placed strategically around the room as the thumping rock music lent a more festive like ambiance to the already full going party.
A few popular girls staggered past with a few jocks as you inconspicuously moved to the side. You noticed that their usual heavy made up face looked even more garish under the warm lighting as they walked with a drunken stagger.
You tugged on your cardigan nervously as you scanned the room for a familiar face.
It seemed as if the whole school was here as even a bunch of the more 'studious' students were here, looking lost in the electrifying social setting.
"(F/N)!" you heard your name being called over The Wanted as you looked around, your (h/c) which you styled into loose curls swinging behind
You saw Emily running up to you on threateningly high spiked heels, looking gorgeous and sexy in a black bustier, shorts and jacket outfit.
She enveloped you in a hug and gave a shriek.
"Isn't this party of the hook?" she yelled which over the din as you strained yourself to hear what she had to say.
You grinned. "Hell yeah!"
Just then, Zander came behind Emily as he passed you a cupful of amber looking liquid, a huge grin on his face.
"(F/N)! Great to see you here!" he exclaimed as you raised your glass up and took a swig.
The liquid burned in your throat as you winced and gulped it down.
"What was that?" you rasped out as Emily laughed at your reaction, the same glass of amber liquid in her left hand.
"Whisky," Zander said as you looked taken aback.
So this was how alcohol tasted like.
"I've never tasted alcohol before," you admitted slightly embarrassed.
Zander pulled off a look of horrification as he gave a shake of his head.
"Welcome, (F/N) to the party of enlightenment," Zander joked as he gave wrapped his arm around you.
You felt uncomfortable but you let it go as you tried to think his gesture was friendly.
"Zander, this party is awesome," Emily said ecstatically as you smiled at her exuberance.
"It hasn't even started yet," Zander promised.
A good hour later, your head was starting to feel light and the music was getting a little bit too loud for you to even think.
You looked around from your perch on Zander's couch as you sipped your third glass of whisky.
You had tried to find a glass of plain water or even juice but when you asked one of Zander's friends posing as a bartender beside a box of drinks, he had just given you a strange look and said there wasn't any juice.
Or water for that matter.
You looked around at the party; there was a good number of empty beer cans littering the floor and the living room was filled with smell of alcohol, sweat and teenage hormones ricocheting of the walls.
Couples were all entwined on the couch and even on the floor as they sucked on each other's faces, oblivious to anything happening around them.
You were about to reach for a chip from the bowl on the living room table when a pale hand shot out to stop you.
You nearly shrieked as you looked up into the blue eyes of your Bio partner.
Jack gave you a pointed look as he jerked his head towards the chip bowl. "I saw a few guys spike the bowl with drugs a while ago."
You nodded as he let go of your hand and surveyed the mess around the house.
"I didn't know you were going to be here," you said over the loud music.
One Direction's 'Rock Me'.
Honestly.
Jack looked at you as he gave you a coy smile. "Ditto," he said as you noticed his eyes sweep over your outfit and you desperately hoped it wasn't stained by alcohol or anything.
You gave a glanced at yourself surreptitiously and were satisfied to find no stains on yourself.
He seemed to give a small smile as you looked at him too.
Jack swapped his usual blue hoodie and jeans combo for a black shirt but with the same jeans. His brown hair was in the same messy way it usually was.
"So how do you find this party?" you asked a little too eagerly and mentally cursed yourself for appearing eager to have him here talking to you.
Jack look at you as he contemplated his answer. "Loud," he answered with a mischievous smile.
You gave a small smile.
"Where's Emily?" Jack asked conversationally as you searched the room for her.
"Huh. I don't know," you said, suddenly worried for your best friend as you had lost sight of her after she went to the bathroom.
"I better go and find her," you said as you got up and took another swig of your drink.
You swayed on your feet for a while as you tried to shake the tilting feeling away from your system.
You saw Jack give a look that passed as concern before you stared back at him and his expression morphed back to polite boredom.
You left him after a goodbye and turned down the hall to find Emily.
Your world threatened to fall of its axis as you braced yourself against the wall of someone's bedroom.
Through your alcohol induced haze, you could hear somebody moaning and a loud grunt coming from the bedroom and your face heated up as you staggered away from the wall and risked a peek in to see if it was your best friend.
You caught sight of one of the popular girls and her boyfriend in a comprising position, seeming not to notice you at the doorway, completely red in the face.
You turned on your heel and were confronted with a particularly huge jock who was leering down at you.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked as he gestured to the open door with the couple in it.
Something in his tone made a shiver slide up your spine involuntarily as you schooled your features into a disgusted mask.
"No," you said sharply as you turned back to head to the living room.
"Now don't leave me just like that sweetheart," the jock said as he grabbed hold of your wrist and pinned you against the wall.
You struggled and tried to fight him of but the alcohol mulling in your system made it hard for you to think.
"If you want I'll be happy to show you something like that," he said as he lustfully stared at your body which you tried to turn away from him.
"How's about you give me a little kiss huh?" he asked as he turned to face you, the smell of stale alcohol on his breath nearly triggering your gag reflex.
You tried to struggle as he thrust a hand up your shirt.
Suddenly he seemed to be hauled away and you slinked to the floor, trying to block out the feeling of puking.
You felt someone picked you up as you leaned into their shoulder. Before you could even register who it was, your world turned black as the music and the party faded to a silence.
You resurfaced from the dark with a sound like hammers jacking in your head.
You tentatively stretched your arms as you swallowed around your sore throat.
You heard someone thump an object down on your bedside table along with the sloshing sound of some kind of liquid… Water?
You groaned with your eyes still stubbornly closed, the memories of last night swiftly charging back into your subconscious as a feeling of guilt and panic surfaced.
You gasped and opened your eyes scanning around the room. You furrowed your brow.
There was no one here.
You looked at your bedside table and found a glass of water with some painkillers and a damp cloth.
It was then that you noticed that your forehead felt a little damp whether from the cloth or cold sweat, you weren't sure.
A cold draft caught your attention as you turned and found your window opened, the cold air filtering in like a shy guest, indirectly cooling down your overheated skin.
You walked up to your window as you scanned for signs of anyone who had just disappeared from your window.
You knew you should have felt scared but you didn't, because whoever had left from your window wasn't any danger because they had taken care of you when you were intoxicated.
At least, you hoped they did.
You closed the window and walked back to bed. You swallowed the painkillers with the glass of soothing cool water as you felt your headache ease up a little.
Without even caring that you were still in your party outfit, you turned and fell back asleep.
Before your heavy eyes closed, you spotted something on your window which soothed your frazzled nerves.
Your window was covered in frost.
Beautiful fern patterned frost.