You never really liked going out. Not to football games, not to the mall, not to wrestling matches, nothing! Your ideal Friday night was staying home and watching cat videos in your pajamas. However, with the kinds of people you knew, that was never really an option.
"Hey, Sadie!" You look up from your math homework as Kiki enters the fifth hour English class you two share. The smile on her face lets you know that you're in BIG trouble. You hardly have time to form a greeting, let alone run like hell, when the girl continues, "Jenny and her friends are throwing a party tonight, want to come?"
"Uh...no, sorry...I'm really busy." You say, shoving your assignment in to your backpack to further your point. However, in all your years of knowing Kiki, you knew that wouldn't let you out of this. You could count on both hands and a foot the number of things she has dragged you two (one of those times, you really HAD been busy)
"And why not? Lars is gonna be there." Kiki nudges you, a smirk plastered to her features. You roll your eyes.
"For the upteenth time, we are NOT dating."
"Well then, Ronaldo is gonna be there."
"Ew, no! He'll probably try taking pictures of me for his creepy blog!"
"That was one time, Sadie."
"Yeah, when I was sleeping!"
"Okay, so maybe he is a little weird, but why don't you want to go? It's your junior year, parties should be, like, your life."
"I just don't want to go, alright?"
"Why don't you just come for an hour." Kiki leans are your desk, basically rooting herself there until you respond.
"Fine. But just ONE hour."
"Great! See ya tonight, Sadie!" Kiki returns to her desk, just in time for the bell to ring.
"Gah, why can't Kiki just leave me alone?" You groan, looking for a clean shirt to wear to the party. You settle on a simple grey t-shirt, a pair of black leggings and your regular maroon boots. Yup, there you go. That's all the effort you were going to put in yourself tonight. You tug your jacket onto your shoulders and head outside, walking up the street to Kiki and Jenny's house.
Despite being juniors and seniors, half of you still couldn't drive, let alone own a car. By the time you arrive, there is a mess of bikes, skateboards, roller skates, and for some reason, a unicycle, parked out on the front lawn. You carefully climb your way up to the front door, preparing to knock when the front door is flung open.
"Sadie! Just in time!" Kiki grabs you by the arm, dragging you inside.
The party is in full swing, red solo cups, if not in someone's hands, are on the floor, mostly spilled, as if the owner had no regards for the drink if it left their possession. Bags of open chips and popcorn as scattered on couch and arm chairs while some strange music blares from a boombox in the corner of the room. The house is crammed with teenagers, making it impossible to move from one part of the house to the next. Whatever teenagers weren't busy making out against the walls were busy grinding on anything they could find in tune to the awful music.
For lack of a better term, this party was disgusting. Lucky for you though, Kiki grabs you by the arm again, dragging you up the stairs. You trip once or twice up the flight of stairs, discarded bottles of what you were pretty sure wasn't soda litter the landings. The girl in front of you opens the door to her room, leading you inside.
Ronaldo is on the floor, setting up the game system, while Sour Cream and Buck fight over which version of Dance, Dance, Revolution to play.
"We had to set the game station up here since it wa getting too crowded downstairs." Kiki explains, sitting herself down on her well made bed.
"Those vibes were real heavy down there. That ain't what partying is all about." Buck removes his shades to rub his eye before replacing them on his face.
"Uh...alright." You sit yourself down beside Kiki, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You really felt awkward being here. Why couldn't you be at home, in your pajamas, where it was safe from teen hormones? Well, at least you were in Kiki's room and not downstairs where they were doing Lord knows what.
"Hey, guys, come down here, we have an uneven number." Jenny calls up the stairs. The five of you lean out, looking at the teen. She is currently in the arms of some guy you have never seen before, two hats with pieces of paper folded in each. The dancing has stopped and the room is divided between the males and the females.
"W-what going on?" You ask, turning to Kiki for an answer.
"Seven minutes in Heaven." Jenny is quick on the draw, explaining before her sister can even turn to face you.
"Oh, uh, no, uh, I need to, um, get going." You try to hustle your way down the stares but Jenny catches you by the arm.
"No way, girl, you just got here."
"No, seriously, I need to go now."
"Don't worry, you can go first than." Jenny smirks, dragging you down the hall to the closet. She pushes you in before pulling a name from on of her hats, "And it looks like miss Sadie is going to be in the closet with..." She pauses for dramatic effect before grinning, "Lars."
A mix of 'Ooohs' and gasps fills the air, before turning into wild cheers as the boy in question is thrust in to the closet beside you, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Great. You just had to get put in here first, didn't you." Lars snaps, doing his best to straighten up in the small closet.
"Me!? How is this my fault!?" You elbow the boy in the chest trying to straighten your arm.
"It just is! Now I have to spend seven minutes with you instead of Jenny!"
"Oh, you say that like it's a bad thing!"
"Well it is! I would never kiss you! Never!"
"And why not!? I'm as good as Jenny."
"Maybe to Ronaldo."
"You take that back!" Your fist collides with his arm.
"Hey, watch it!"
"I meant to do that!" You growl angrily.
"Look, we have five minutes left, so you stay on that side of the closet and I'll stay on this side." Lars moves to the corner of the closet, knocking over a broom.
"Watch it! That almost hit me!" You threw the broom back in his direction.
"No way! That stays on your side!" He tossed it right back.
"Just take it!" Lars takes a step forward to prevent you from entering his side of the closet, however, the broom catches him by the ankle, sending him crashing forward. You are both trying to regain your senses when the closet door is flung open. Kofi and Nanafua stand before you.
"That's it, out, out, out." Kofi drags Lars off of you...wait...LARS!? OFF OF YOU!?
"I-it's not what it looks like! We weren't-" You try to explain, but by now, everyone's attention is on Kofi, who is currently scolding Jenny for throwing such a wild party. You use this distraction as cover, hurrying your way out the door. You pull your hoodie over your head, keeping you head as far down as possible. The more you thought of it, the harder you blushed.
You had been in a closet with Lars on top of you less than a minute ago! You rush back to your house, sitting yourself in front of your laptop, typing 'youtube' into a search box. It was going to take quite a bit of cat videos to get that image out of your head.
Of course, it would take much longer for everyone else to forget that.
Great, now you couldn't show your face in public ever again!