"Shit, this is gonna be crazy."

Justin, Trevor, and I had to take a late bus to Amber Manor far out into Oregon, close to Washington. There were at least two homeless people, a fisherman, and a waitress with us. The three of us were pitching in on the fare. I may have considered not going. Only because we all had to pay for the ride! But, here I am.

"She expected people to drive out this far?"

"She's the fucking princess of Blackwell. Everyone is doing anything to get to this house… Who doesn't wanna be in a rich person's house?"

"I heard it was two million dollars—the whole fucking house." Justin was sitting on the other side, leaning on his backpack. "Like, some MTV My Crib shit, you know?"

I stared at him. What the fuck was he talking about? Just ignore it. He never knows what he's saying. "Shit… They bought that big ass shit for two million?" I leaned towards Trevor. "Have you been in a house that much before?"

He shook his head, humming "nuh uh." I shrugged my shoulders and redirected my attention. "Why do you have your bag, dude?" It looked heavy as hell, too.

"Oh, I have an idea. I'll tell you later. You guys will shit your pants."

I rolled my eyes and sat back, looking at graffiti on the ceiling. "You two dumbasses didn't answer my question that other time."

"The one about the apartments?"

"Yeah. Like, they're built together, so why are they "apart" ments?"

"Yeah, they're built together, but… they're still apart from each other."

"But it's one big building. They're still built together. Everyone is just a really close neighbor. Kinda creepy when you think about it."

"… You're right."

"Fuck yes."

We had to skate the rest of the way, passing a shit ton of other expensive houses and trees, to find the biggest house with the most land in this estate thing.

"Where the hell are we?!" I had to scream; I wanted all the rich fucks to hear me.

"Amber Manor, dude!" Justin was excited, speeding ahead of us towards the house. As they ditched their boards and ran through the grass, I had to stop.

This house is fucking long. The shit is two houses! It's just land! The fence went on for miles! The whole school had to be here! This shit can hold everyone!

I couldn't stop looking at it. There was so much shit, for this one bitch, and it was her place. I needed to destroy this fucking place somehow.

"Come on, Chloe!" Justin called out for me. They weren't even halfway through the grass yet. Max, I hope I get through this.

I continued to run, but I was still confused about this place. She really is the princess of… This is a fucking drag to look at.

"Holy shit!" Justin got to yell it before I could. I felt the music in my chest, like punching in me. The house is full! Everyone came! This is what a Vortex club party looks like. We're at a Vortex party!

"Race you to the beer!" Justin and Trevor yelled together, then ran inside. I followed them in. I needed a drink to calm my damn nerves. It was dark, everyone was squished together, and everyone had to be drunk.

I grabbed the first beer can I saw and broke it open, chugging it down. It burned like hell and it tasted just like piss… Anything to forget I was in Amber-fucking-Manor. I couldn't see a fucking thing. The lights outside were the only thing lighting this place! There were so many people; it had to be the whole damn school!

I've been to parties, but not like this. Holy fucking shit, this bitch wanted this to happen?

I chugged another one after tossing the other one somewhere. One thing Justin had in his backpack was duct tape and there just happened to be two bottles of forty ounce next to the rest of the drinks. That's his fucking plan? I need to watch this shit!

"I'll bet you fifty if he loses, Trevor!"

"You're on, Price!" He was wrapping the tape around Justin's hands. He looked crazy like that and I could tell he was gonna lose already. He's a weak ass when it came to drinking. "Are you ready, Justin?!"

Before we could yell "go," he went anyway. We were able to get everyone else's attention and they were chanting "chug!" at him. I joined, obviously, feeling a little sick already after the second drink. I have to stop; I already feel sick as hell. Now there was clapping under the yelling. Justin wasn't halfway yet with either bottles. This fucker was gonna throw up any second.

I think I'm spiraling a little bit, holy shi—

The crowd groaned, loud and in disgust. I knew Justin was gonna throw his guts up! Everyone was backing up, but we couldn't look away. I grabbed my phone to record it and he was still barfing. Everyone was cursing and making barfing noises too, but other people wanted to try it. All of these kids ran to those bottles and took the duct tape straight out of Trevor's hand to start their own game.

Sorry not sorry, bitch!

When he stopped barfing, he cheered and was off his ass, yelling as if he won.

"You owe me fifty!"

"You won fair and square! Now help me get this damn tape off of him!"

We dragged him to the kitchen and, thank hell, everyone moved. Thanks Justin, for being a vomit-drooling mess.

We dropped him on the floor and we searched for scissors to cut the tape. I found them, cutting his right hand first.

"Ready to go yet?" I asked through laughing. I wanted to laugh my ass off. He broke so quick; I need to watch that shit again later!

"Hell no, Price! I have to do it again!"

"It's funny as shit but we don't want you to get poisoned!" I punched his arm, making him flinch and rub the spot I hit. "Wouldn't want you to OD in this fucking place!"

"Let's smoke weed then!" He got up as soon as the bottle was off. "You coming with?"

"Yeah, I need some too!" We rushed through the crowd again to go back outside. All of the people outside went out far in the grass, giving us privacy to do what we wanted.

"Ready to bake until I'm burnt!" Justin sat down at the first table he saw near the door, digging into his pocket. "Growing this is so easy."

"Max thought it was crazy." I chuckled at the thought of her nearly choking earlier. I pulled up a chair from another table. Speaking of her, I check my phone:

Time Maxine: How's the party going?

Me: Fucking awesome

"Oh," he took an orange pill bottle out full of weed, "I found a good dealer to get more good shit."

"No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way. This right here," he shook the bottle, "twenty-five bucks."

"Whoa, what the fuck?" Knowing it was from someone else, I had to ask. "Do I have to pay you back in the future?"

"Don't even worry. I think we should try this new one tonight. I got paper." He went on to dig through his pockets. "I think I should sell on the side now. I made a bunch and nothing wrong with making bank." He leaned in to whisper. "I could get some mad cash from these snobs, am I right?"

"Yeah, you could." I chuckled. "You're gonna start a party like that, huh?"

"I saw the forty and I was like, "fuck yeah." I could only get more fucked up now." He was good at rolling them up fast, handing one to me first. I had my lighter in my pocket, lighting it as I put it in my mouth. I dunno what was in it but, the moment it hit me, fuck. All of the shit I felt at school, the anger from those Vortex fucks, it was all gone.

"Holy shit, man." I had to lean back in my chair, sliding down a little.

"Fucking bomb?"

"I think I'm gonna cry. It's so fucking good." I took a deep breath in, taking in more smoke. "This isn't laced with anything, right?" I should've asked that before I took a hit.

"Nah, he's a good dealer. I heard about him from some people. You'll be good." He took a hit and he felt it too. "Damn, this is good."

"Right? Now I can deal with this party."

I felt lost. We didn't talk at all during that whole session together. I drowned in the music, it sounded so much nicer. The colors became brighter, too… Fuck, it's so nice.

Justin started to chuckle and stare at us. "You guys look funny."

"You do too." Trevor replied. We laughed together, I dunno why, everything just felt nice to do that. "Dude, keep going to that guy."

"Way ahead of you."

I finished before them. I sat back and watched the crowd outside as they were running. Oh shit, one of them was naked and everyone else had his clothes. I think he was trying to get them back. Too bad they're too far away... and I could barely see after everything I just smoked... Eh, I'll assume his dick is small.

"Guys, I'm gonna drink some more. You guys want some?" I stood up from my seat.

They shook their heads.

When I walked back inside, I got lost in the crowd. I was going through it, feeling the music a little more. I was dizzy, but I could still walk and see everything. The colors were brighter than earlier; it was like my own breadcrumbs path but laser lights.

I stopped in the middle, I think it was the middle anyway, and I was in front of someone. I dunno why I stopped; I didn't know who the hell it was.

Who… I tried to squint and focus as hard as I could. I could feel everyone and it felt so gross and weird. I was stressing out again. I could see a little better: red shirt. I could tell it was a girl.

I felt my spine shiver.

She was touching me. Her hands were on my face and she was touching me. We were swaying together; I had to follow her lead. Her hands stayed there, feeling my face and neck. I wish I could see what her face looked like; how she was looking at me.

She got closer, feeling my arms and sides. Was I enjoying it or was I so high and drunk that I can't do anything? I think I was looking back at her. Her hands kept going around me and I was starting to feel her hips.

"Chloe!" I heard Justin and he grabbed my arm. "Dude, we're getting to my plan! Come on!"

I didn't hesitate; I left with him, running and pushing through everyone. What the hell was that? Did I just have a moment with a fucking stranger? Or was it her?! Fucking hell, she fucking annoys the hell out of me! I just wanna punch the shit out of her!

"What's your big plan, dumbass?" We got away from the music, standing in another room. "What the hell is this, a library?"

"Sweet, right? She has a library in her house!"

"Wha—" I looked at his hand and he had a beer bottle in his hand. "This is your plan?! You just wanted to get fucked up somewhere else?!"

"Nah, dude! My plan is in here!" He passed the bottle to Trevor and let his backpack fall. It sounded like there was metal inside of it. He opened it and he took a can red spray paint out. "I say, let's wreck some shit."

"You're gonna do that in here?!"

"I was thinking finding Rachel's room… But, let's cover as much as we can."

Trevor and I looked at each other. I gulped, nervous for whatever reason. I cleared my throat and grabbed the can from him. "I need one more drink. I need to forget that we ever did this."

He gave me the beer bottle he had. "Right on."

I didn't down it fast. It burned more this time, and I was starting to really feel it. I was dizzier and seeing doubles of everything. Okay, I think I'm ready. I shook the can around and took the cap off, throwing it to the side.

I started before them, and I sprayed across one bookshelf, covering all the books on it in red. We all gasped at first. Holy shit.

But then Justin did it to another. Then Trevor did it to another.

"Fuck yeah!" I ran across the room, spraying the shelves, the desk, the chairs, the statues, the pictures—everything I could. Justin and Trevor were doing the same, covering over with two different colors. Different words everywhere:

SUc K tHIS

BLAC HELLS very OWN dEViL

RACHEL CAN FUCK OFF

EAT THE RICH

"Let's go to the next room!" Justin ran off outside again, forcing us to follow into another place. This has my blood pumping now! Hell yeah, this is what I wanted to do!

We just kept spraying. I didn't even give a shit what room it was, I just went off in it. I couldn't tell if it's covered or not, but I followed where Justin was going to go with his plan. Red, blue, green, yellow, purple: those were the only colors I could see. He ran through the party again, pushing through people again.

"This is a fucking basement." I said as we ran down the basement stairs.

"I know!" He sprayed the moment he touched the floor. There were boxes, and random shit, but we kept spraying everything, no matter what it was.

We sprayed more words, I could make out:

FUCK YOU VORTEX

SuCK iT AMbeR

VORTEX SKANKS

YOUR ALL BITCHES

The music stopped.

We froze in place. What the fuck is going on?

It was quiet. Not a single noise.

"What's going on here?!"

We heard it upstairs. It was muffled, yet it sounded loud and clear. We shot looks at each other, dropping our cans on the floor. Shit.

"We got to go!" Trevor ran upstairs again. I could barely see what was going on. I had to follow a blue shirt as my only way.

"Move!"

"Everyone, go! Leave!"

"Shit, shit, shit!"

"Run!"

Everyone was scattering. I couldn't tell where I was going. Just go! Leave! Don't stop! Don't turn!

"Hey, punk ass Price!" The front of my shirt was grabbed. I couldn't tell who it was. Some buff motherfucker… some football player, whoever the fuck he was. "This is a special delivery from the Vortex Club!" I was dragged into another room. I was fighting, kicking and punching, but I didn't hit anything.

He threw me onto a table, pushing all of its shit off, and I landed on the floor. All of the pens, books, and whatever the hell statue was there were stabbing me in the back. That guy grabbed me again. He threw me into the bookcase, knocking my head.

I tried to get up. I got kicked in the stomach, forcing air out of my mouth. I was forced into the bookcase again, kicked over and over again.

There was another guy and came up to me, grabbing me by the shirt. His fist was up and punched into my eye, knocking me to the ground again.

"Everyo-e out of -y -ou-e!"

"Ev-ry -ne, -et o-t!"

"G-t o-!"

"L-av- n-!"

A/N: Review and shit!