A/N: WOO! Two updates in one day. You'll probably get more, if I'm being perfectly honest. I'm in such a writing mood right now, you have no idea.

Derrick's party, here we come~ :3

Chapter 7:

(Julia's POV.)

I was in Derrick Torres' car when I finally made my decision about what Jake had said during lunch. My decision was to join the group. To be someone that everyone knew. Someone they feared, even.

"Excited for the party tonight, J?" Jake asked from the backseat. J was his nickname for me

"Hell to the yeah!" I exclaimed, high fiving him.

Derrick pulled into a long driveway. It belonged to a giant three story house. It looked super expensive. It was definitely something that I would never own. Derrick, Jake, Sam, and I hopped out of Derrick's pick-up truck. Amber, Ty, and Munro jumped out of the open back. Surprisingly, we didn't get caught for storing four people in the open back of a truck. Derrick must know his way around the roads, I suppose. We all walked inside the house and there were adult watching a giant plasma screen TV. They looked like Derrick and Alaina, so they were obviously their parents.

"I see you're home, Derrick," the woman said. "And you brought the crew. Who replaced the three who left?"

Munro, Sam, and I were shoved to the front. The woman examined us carefully with her brown eyes. She had big, wavy dark brown hair. Although she seemed tall, she wasn't because she had on three inch high heels, at least. She was also wearing tight black Capri shorts, a black tank top, and a red zip up hoddie that was unzipped on the chest. Derrick and Alaina both had her eyes. Derrick inherited part of the waviness in her hair, which explained how his hair curled over his hat a bit. The man walked over and examined us as well. He had the same hair color as the woman, which neither of their kids had. The hair must've come from their grandmother or father, perhaps.

"Drew, what do you think?" the woman asked the man, who was obviously named Drew.

He tapped his chin with his hand. "They look fit for the crew. What do you think, Bianca?"

Bianca. So that's what the woman's name was. It fit her somehow. She nodded. "They're perfect. So, who's ready to set up for the party so we can leave for date night?"

The ten of got to work. Table cloths were laid out; liters of soda were set on the table, chips were poured in bowls, pizza was order and brought to the house, Drew carefully slipped Derrick a bunch of alcohol under the table. Everything was perfect by the time six o'clock came. The first guests started arriving. The doorbell rang and rang. I only had to open the door once, while Derrick was in the bathroom. I had to open it to let in Ronnie, Blake, Delilah, and the twins I'd seen earlier, much to my dismay. I overheard Ronnie call them Celestine and Stefan. Rich names, just like their looks. Ronnie scowled at me and I just let them inside anyways.

"J!" Jake slurred, stumbling over to me. He was holding a red plastic cup. The clear liquid inside was sloshing over the sides as he stumbled through the crowd. He finally made it me and handed me the cup. "You've got to try some of this! It's amazing."

I grabbed the cup from his hand and chugged whatever was inside. I inhaled sharply. It was nasty, but I couldn't help but want more. "Where'd you get that?"

Jake pointed to a group of guys, who probably didn't even go to Degrassi. I walked over to them, already feeling a little dizzy, and asked for more. Repeat two more times. I drank four glasses of that stuff. Then I couldn't take anymore. I sat down on the couch. Someone from behind me put a cigarette in my hand. I started smoking it. Damn, that's good! I thought while smoking it. Who knew I'd ever like cigarettes? I carried the cigarette in my hand as I walked outside. A group of guys were smoking weed. I tossed my cigarette towards the house, hoping they'd give a poor girl some weed.

"Hey, guys," I slurred my words together. "Can I have some of that?"

One of the guys tossed me some. Perfect. Just what I needed. If I was high, I probably wouldn't feel my pounding headache as much.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jake slurred, his hands trembling. He was in the group that tossed me the weed. "J-J-Julia-a-a! Come ov-v-ver here and h-hang with us."

Damn, he was far past drunk. Someone needed to get him to a doctor. Fast, I thought as I joined them. It was funny, how even when I was drunk, I cared about the safety of people.

I wasn't aware of what happened the rest of the night. When I woke up, my head felt like there was a weight on top of it, my mouth tasted so nasty, I threw up in the trash bin a couple times, I didn't know where I was, I didn't know why I was naked and I certainly didn't, know why I was alone in a giant bed. My clothes were on the floor, so I grabbed them and put them on. The clock read 1:35. I'd slept through most of the day. When I was fully dressed, I walked downstairs. Derrick, Jake, Sam, and Alaina were lying on the couches, looking absolutely miserable, aside from Alaina, that is. Just how I felt.

"Julia!" Jake exclaimed. "You're still here."

I rubbed my head. "Keep it down! What happened last night?"

Alaina was the one to answer that question. "After you, Jake, and those guys got high you were completely out of it, Julia. Ty Miller was too. You guys started walking upstairs. I wasn't drunk, so I knew you'd regret going up there with him. Ty didn't lock the door, so I opened it and yanked him off of you. I left you to sleep in there and locked the door."

"Thank you, Alaina," I smirked, rubbing my aching head again.

A giant bang was heard at the door. "Open the fucking door!"

That voice. I knew it. It was my dad's voice! I walked over to the door and opened it. My dad stormed inside, grabbing me by the arms. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I've been looking for you all damn day!"

"I- I was here at a party last night. I fell asleep," I whispered, my head pounding from his yelling. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, my ass, Julianna! Get in the car. Now," he yelled, flames practically shooting out of his nose. I've never seen my dad so angry in my sixteen years and that was really saying something.

"Have fun with Mr. Goldsworthy, Julia!" Sam laughed.

My dad looked over, trying to detect who had said that. He recognized Sam. "Sam, get in the car too. Imogen's been calling, looking for you. She's worried."

Dad dragged me by the arm to the car. He opened the door and shoved me inside. He walked over to the other side, got in the car, and started it. "Tell me exactly what you did last night."

"We set for the party with Drew and Bianca. Then we had the party," I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "What drugs did you take?"

"I smoked some weed," I answered. No sense in lying now.

Dad raised another eyebrow. "Anything else that you shouldn't have taken?"

"I drank some alcohol, I'm not sure what it was, and I smoked half of a cigarette," I answered.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Julia, you can't be like me. You just can't. You see, I met my Julia when I was fourteen. We partied, drank, smoked, you name it! We were messed. We acted like we were twenty. We had sex on a regular basis and she lived with me, in my room! It just wasn't right, Julia, it wasn't something teenagers of our age should've been doing. Of course, we payed a price for it all though."

"What was the price, Dad?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Something that I hope you never find out."

I raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Does Mom know about your little secret?"

"Nope, and if she finds out I know whose fault it is," he threatened. Wow, I'd never heard my dad threaten anyone like that before, especially me. I clammed up and stared at Sam. She was beautiful, although I already knew that from earlier. Sam stared at me with her dark blue eyes. They weren't like the sea, like my mom's. They were dark sapphires. It was such a shame that they were hidden by black, thick rimmed glasses.

Dad didn't stop driving until we reached a house not to far from ours. Sam hopped outside the car. I followed and so did my dad. Sam rang the doorbell. The woman that answered was as breath taking as Sam. She had long dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back. Her brown eyes were hidden by glasses, like Sam's sapphires. No doubt that this was the Imogen Moreno I'd been told about.

"Sam! Thank goodness you're safe!" she exclaimed, pulling Sam into a hug. Sam didn't seem to mind it, either. Imogen looked at me, smiling. "You must be Julia. You look just like, Eli, you know."

I nodded. "So I've been told."

We talked for a few minutes and she talked to my dad as well. Then Dad and I walked back to the car. He didn't say anything the entire ride home. I figured that he was waiting to get home before he started screaming at me, as well as Mom. Fun. Dad drove the car into our driveway and stopped in the garage, next to Mom's car. My hearse had to stay outside, since it was only a two car garage. I hopped out of Dad's car and walked inside. Mom was speaking to Munro quietly in the kitchen. Raechel and Blake were watching TV together in the living room.

"Just go to your room, alright?" Dad instructed in a low voice. I nodded and headed off to my room.

It was hours later when Mom and Dad finally came in. Dad looked pained, and so did Mom. My mom spoke first. "Julia, we're sending you away to Africa."

My eyes widen. "What?"
"You're going to stay with Aunt Darcy in Africa for a week. Your mother and I think that maybe it would straighten you out. Honestly, Julia, you've been out of control lately. You got arrested, got into a fight with Jake Guthrie, went to a wild party, and at the wild party you smoked, drank, and who knows what else!" My dad erupted. I shrank back onto my bed. He and my mom left without anymore explanation.

I stood up and looked in the full length mirror I had. A skinny, pale girl was what I saw. 5'5, maybe even 5'6. Leather jacket, purple jeans, a band shirt, and combat boots. Long dark brown hair, emerald eyes. Julia Goldsworthy, some people might think, but it wasn't me I was looking at in the mirror. This was a girl who drank, smoked, and went to parties. A girl who stayed out all hours of the night. Julia Lynn Goldsworthy was long past gone.

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