Wow. It's almost like I forgot this story existed. I must be spacing, sorry.
Anyways I own-everyone with a freakishly exotic name I don't own- anything that's so freakishly exotic that it could be oh... say... A DESIGNER LABEL!
Oh, yeah, and I don't own High School Musical.
Warning! There are some drug and alcohol references in this chapter. No likey, no readie.
"Gosh, I thought she would never leave." Leila rolled her eyes as she made her way back into the living room. "Your mom... or whatever really is a chatter box." she shook her head and buried through the Louis Vuitton duffel bag at her feet. "Now we can party." she pulled out to bottles of champagne and my living room full of my closest 'friends' cheered. "Help yourself." Leila waved to the duffle bag and grabbed my arm. "Come on, I've got your present."
"What is it?" I smiled as she stuffed me into the guest bathroom.
"Why do people always ask that?" she rolled her eyes and rummaged through her bottomless bag. She pulled out a little vial filled to the brim with white powder and corked shut. When no response came from me, Leila continued. "It's supposed to be the really good stuff." she nodded. "Maybe we can do it together?"
"Wait..." my stomach dropped. "Is that... coke? As in... cocaine?"
"Not the kind in a can, but you still use a straw!" she laughed, pulling a shortened red straw out of her bag and tapping some of the powder out onto the bathroom counter. "Are you in?"
"What happened to your rule? About drugs being for low-lifes?" I questioned her.
Leila held the straw up her right nostril and bent over the bathroom counter. She inhaled deeply and stood up straight. "I don't recall saying that." she lied, rubbing her nose. Her face was pink and her eyes sparkled, as if cocaine took you to some really magical place. "Come on, try some." she passed me the straw.
"No thanks." I slapped the straw down on the table. "I can't."
"Well at least keep it." she re-corked the vial and handed it to me. "Just in case you change your mind. Oh, yeah... don't tell Charley or Avery about this. They get overly jealous and I really can't handle that right now. Especially with Garrett waiting in the parlor for me. I think Dreyton's here too." she smiled excitedly. "Do you promise?"
"Yeah." I answered nervously. I just really wanted to get out of that bathroom.
By the way Leila floated around my house, making small talk with people, you would think that it was her birthday party, and not mine. I turnedaway her conversation with Garrett across the room andturned to the screened patio door to see even more people out by the pool.
Two arms wrapped around my waist and swayed me. "Happy birthday." I smooth voice said into my ear. I turned my head to the side to see Dreyton. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyelids drooped as if he was trying to stay awake.
"Oh. It's you." I rolled my eyes pulling away from him and opening the screened door. I stepped into the night, overwhelmed by the smell of chlorine. I took a seat on the park bench near the deep end and watched as Leila was thrown into the water, Nina Ricci keyhole knit tank top and all, by Garrett.
Dreyton slid in next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Nice party." he nodded, leaning into me.
I rolled my eyes. Dreyton was hot and popular, but he really didn't know how to get to the point. "Thanks." I rubbed my arm nervously.
"Are you cold?" he grinned. "I know how to warm you right up."
I was so tired of hearing that line. First Aiden, now Dreyton... "Hey!" I squealed as Dreyton poked me in the side. "What are you..." my eyes fluttered shut as I felt the weight of his lips on mine. My first real kiss and I wasn't even aware that it was coming. Dreyton clamped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer, and there was no way I fought back.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Dreyton laughed. He was so unbelievably cocky... but I truly didn't want him to stop kissing me. He took my hand and dipped his head into the crook of my neck. "God, you're hot." he said, placing my hand on his crotch.
"Ew! What are you doing?" I pulled my hand away and stared at it in horror. Now I would have do disinfect it...
"Isn't this what you wanted? Trust me, I can tell."
Suddenly, Dreyton made me sick. Sure, he had these brilliant blue eyes and freckles that sprinkled across the bridge of his nose... but it was way too soon. "No." I stood. "Thanks for ruining the night, Dreyton." I jeered, making my way back into the house.
"Who's this?" I came out of my closet clad in new pajamas. Leila was hoding a wrinkled sheet of paper.
"So now you go through my trash?" I rolled my eyes and booted up my laptop on the floor. "His name's Troy." I hesitated saying his name. It had been weeks since I had spoken to Sharpay after our deathmatch, and I wondered if he thinks about me as much as I think about him.
"He's really hot." Avery nodded her head and giggled. "Who's the blonde?" she pointed.
"Sharpay." I answered, still the tiniest bit angry with her.
"Like the dog?" Charley laughed.
I narrowed my eyes and a grim smile came across my lips. "Exactly."
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