Chapter Eight
Dazz
When we get to Bogey's party, it must have only started about half an hour ago but it's already in full swing, people are dancing and getting drunk everywhere. As we go upstairs, this girl throws herself at Patrick and goes, "Kiss me!" Oh my God. Whore.
He just goes, "Kiss him!" throwing her at this guy.
"OK!" she says.
"Good." I can still hear the guy thanking him even though I'm ages away by now.
"Looking fresh tonight, pussy-Kat." Oh, great. Asshole Donner.
"Oh my God - was that - did your hairline just recede?" I ask sarcastically. He falls for it and puts his hand up to his head, at which point I allow myself a satisfied smirk and walk away.
"Where you going?" WHY must he always sneak up behind me? He is such an idiot! I hate him so much!
"Away."
"Where's your sister?" Oh, no. If he goes near Bianca.
"You stay away from my sister," I say, angrily. I'll have his ass served for breakfast.
"Oh, I'll stay away from your sister." Hands up in defeat, he backs away. I don't believe a word of it. Hasn't he already taught me not to trust him? "But I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me."
At this point some drunken moron comes up and yells, "FIGHT!!!" Good thing, really, or else there would have been another fight.
"Ooh, FIGHT!" yells Donner. Asshole.
I turn to leave but I'm nearly stampeded by this massive body of inebriated losers who almost shove me over in their pathetic attempt to witness two stupid idiots attempt to beat the crap out of one another in a faded attempt to prove their masculinity to any whorish female onlooker.
And they ask why I don't go to parties.
I somehow manage to get out. I hear yells and the smashing of glass, followed by a shocked silence and then laughter. I wander round a little, looking for the exit, but the party all too soon begins again and I see - guess who. Donner and Bianca.
"Look who found me."
He had to open like that, didn't he? Now I have to tell Bianca what I didn't want to.
"Hey, Bianca," I say as casually as I can, grabbing her arm as she struts past with Donner.
"Please do not address me in public," she hisses, as though I've just committed high treason.
"No - there's something I have to tell you." I say it casually even though I'm pretty worried by her reaction to what I'm going to say.
She pulls her arm away from mine. "Look, Kat, I am enjoying my adolescence, OK, so scamper off and do the same." She walks over to Donner.
"Bu-bye." He's clearly wallowing sadistically in my failed attempt to tell Bianca the truth about why I stopped being popular. Well, he would be, wouldn't he?
Someone comes past with a tray of drinks. I think it's tequila; it smells pretty lethal.
"You want one?" I grab one and down it in one gulp, coughing as it burns the back of my throat.
"Right on, sister!" says the guy in surprise and admiration. Suddenly Patrick's there, glaring at him.
"What is this?" He gestures. Uselessly.
"I'm getting trashed, man; isn't that what you're supposed to do at a party?"
"I don't know, I say, do what you want to do." He sounds sincere, but I don't care.
"Funny; you're the only one. Later," I grab another drink and head off up the stairs.
Dazz
When we get to Bogey's party, it must have only started about half an hour ago but it's already in full swing, people are dancing and getting drunk everywhere. As we go upstairs, this girl throws herself at Patrick and goes, "Kiss me!" Oh my God. Whore.
He just goes, "Kiss him!" throwing her at this guy.
"OK!" she says.
"Good." I can still hear the guy thanking him even though I'm ages away by now.
"Looking fresh tonight, pussy-Kat." Oh, great. Asshole Donner.
"Oh my God - was that - did your hairline just recede?" I ask sarcastically. He falls for it and puts his hand up to his head, at which point I allow myself a satisfied smirk and walk away.
"Where you going?" WHY must he always sneak up behind me? He is such an idiot! I hate him so much!
"Away."
"Where's your sister?" Oh, no. If he goes near Bianca.
"You stay away from my sister," I say, angrily. I'll have his ass served for breakfast.
"Oh, I'll stay away from your sister." Hands up in defeat, he backs away. I don't believe a word of it. Hasn't he already taught me not to trust him? "But I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me."
At this point some drunken moron comes up and yells, "FIGHT!!!" Good thing, really, or else there would have been another fight.
"Ooh, FIGHT!" yells Donner. Asshole.
I turn to leave but I'm nearly stampeded by this massive body of inebriated losers who almost shove me over in their pathetic attempt to witness two stupid idiots attempt to beat the crap out of one another in a faded attempt to prove their masculinity to any whorish female onlooker.
And they ask why I don't go to parties.
I somehow manage to get out. I hear yells and the smashing of glass, followed by a shocked silence and then laughter. I wander round a little, looking for the exit, but the party all too soon begins again and I see - guess who. Donner and Bianca.
"Look who found me."
He had to open like that, didn't he? Now I have to tell Bianca what I didn't want to.
"Hey, Bianca," I say as casually as I can, grabbing her arm as she struts past with Donner.
"Please do not address me in public," she hisses, as though I've just committed high treason.
"No - there's something I have to tell you." I say it casually even though I'm pretty worried by her reaction to what I'm going to say.
She pulls her arm away from mine. "Look, Kat, I am enjoying my adolescence, OK, so scamper off and do the same." She walks over to Donner.
"Bu-bye." He's clearly wallowing sadistically in my failed attempt to tell Bianca the truth about why I stopped being popular. Well, he would be, wouldn't he?
Someone comes past with a tray of drinks. I think it's tequila; it smells pretty lethal.
"You want one?" I grab one and down it in one gulp, coughing as it burns the back of my throat.
"Right on, sister!" says the guy in surprise and admiration. Suddenly Patrick's there, glaring at him.
"What is this?" He gestures. Uselessly.
"I'm getting trashed, man; isn't that what you're supposed to do at a party?"
"I don't know, I say, do what you want to do." He sounds sincere, but I don't care.
"Funny; you're the only one. Later," I grab another drink and head off up the stairs.