DISCLAIMER: As far as I know, I own Adam, but everyone else belongs to someone other than me.
Chapter 4: Tears of Vodka
"I guess that means we're staying for a while," Gordo said as he watched Ethan and Miranda getting down on the dance floor.
Lizzie looked around. She was finally at the party, she might as well enjoy herself. She grabbed Gordo's hand and led him to the dance floor. She noticed heads turn as she walked through the center of the room. She felt the lusty eyes of horny teenagers devouring her. She liked it.
Lizzie and Gordo danced for a while until both of them were greeted by different partners. They parted with a smile and danced with the others. The guy Lizzie was dancing with looked familiar, but she new he wasn't in her grade. He might have gone to Hillridge last year. Wherever she knew him from, she knew he was in high school.
His name was Adam. He was a very nice guy, well, nice-looking at least: it was difficult to hear over the loud music. He had a tantalizing smile. She liked it.
Lizzie had been dancing for a very long time. She had been moving to every song for who knows how many hours. She began to feel dizzy. She stopped dancing and quickly got off the floor. She found a couch with only one couple making out on it and crashed into it. Adam rushed over to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm just dehydrated I think," she said weakly.
"I'll get you a drink, if you'd like," he offered.
"Water, please."
Adam headed for the kitchen. Lizzie sat breathing extremely hard. She tried to block out everything around her, focusing only on "breathe in, breathe out." Her view of the floor was suddenly obstructed by two sandaled feet. She looked up from the bright pink Barbie shoes to the matching pink pleather miniskirt, the pale pink blouse tied like a bikini top, and finally into the face of none other than Kate Sanders.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here tonight Lizzie," Kate said sarcastically.
"You thought wrong, Kate," Lizzie shot back.
"You know, your outfit isn't half bad…maybe if you dressed like that more often, more people would like you, not just your posse of losers." With that, Kate smirked and walked away.
Just then Adam returned with a Dixie cup filled only about halfway with water. Lizzie reached for it gladly and took a huge sip. A disgusting taste flooded her mouth. She immediately spat it back into the cup.
"Ugh! What was that?" she exclaimed.
"Vodka," Adam said matter-of-factly. "What else would it be?"
"Vodka!?" Lizzie exclaimed with disgust. "I asked you for water!"
"Oh, please, Lizzie, no one drinks water at these parties!" Adam exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Lizzie, I know you're thirsty. Drink some more. It's good stuff."
Lizzie eyed the Dixie cup.
ANIMATED LIZZIE: * Police Sirens * Back away from the cup!!...Sheesh! I really think it's time to leave. Toodles!
"Uh…no thanks," Lizzie said uneasily. She quickly got up and practically ran towards the front door. She wasn't looking where she was going. WHAM!! She ran smack into a guy who had been holding a full Dixie cup.
Lizzie looked down at her soaked clothes. She wasn't sure what she was drenched with, but it smelled bad.
ANIMATED LIZZIE: How about watching where you're going Mr. I've-just-gotta-hold-a-full-cup-in-my-hand-while-I-stand-in-the-way-of-scared-teenagers-trying-to-escape-the-horrors-of-a-high-school-party!
"Oh! I am so sorry!" the guy said in a sweet voice. "Come on, I'll walk you to the bathroom."
He took hold of Lizzie's hand and walked toward the staircase.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Lizzie."
They began walking upstairs.
ANIMATED LIZZIE: Hold on! Since when do two story houses NOT have a bathroom on the bottom floor? Uh oh…
Lizzie stopped dead.
"Come on, girly girl. I can only wait so long before I loose interest."
Lizzie roughly took her hand out of his grip and turned to go down the stairs. The guy grabbed her shoulder. She spun around and slapped him in the face. She ran down the stairs. Tears flooded her eyes and distorted her vision. She didn't know where she was going. She found the door that led out back. It was better than staying inside. She hauled it open and dashed outside.
Lizzie went to the edge of the deck and sat on the step. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She cried.
"Lizzie?"
[A/N:] Who could it be???