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Chapter 3
The party was in full swing when Taylor and DJ showed up. She had no sooner stepped through the door, clutching the stolen bottle of bourbon, when it was snatched from her grasp. "Classy, you really know how to pick the good stuff kid!" a lanky teenager in shorts told her, before proceeding to pour the entire contents of the bottle into an extremely large bowl of punch. Taylor had no idea what he meant by this, she had just chosen the oldest, dustiest bottle there. He gave the bowl a quick stir before offering her a paper cup filled with the colourful liquid.
Neither of them had any idea whose house it was, but they weren't complaining, it even had a pool. The house was packed with kids, most of them older than her, about fourteen or fifteen, so Taylor didn't recognise them. That didn't matter though she was happy enough to sit on the stairs, watching everyone, while sipping at her drink.
A few drinks later Taylor was no longer content to just watch. An impromptu game of football broke out on the front lawn. Both DJ and Taylor joined in, although they spent more of the game in a tangled giggling heap on the ground, than chasing the ball. She was having the time of her life. When the game finished the pair lay down on the grass to get their breath back. Taylor glanced at her watch. Crap! It was getting late. The movie would have finished an hour ago. She sat bolt upright, head spinning.
"DJ I gotta go. If I leave it any longer I'm gonna get caught."
"Ok, ok. Don't panic, I'll take you home." Standing up, he searched through his pockets for the car keys, swaying slightly as he did so. Ignoring the little voice screaming in her head "DON'T DO IT!" Taylor followed him to the car.
*****Sorry it's short, the next chapter will be longer*****