It's party time, yo! And Firkle and Ike are not going to like one moment of it. Let's see what drama unfolds in the meantime.

By the way, no, the quarterback is never going to get a name.

Chapter 10 – The Sucky Ass Party

I had never been to a party before, so I didn't really know what to wear or to expect. My usual dress was on the formal side so I decided to dress more casually. I picked out a pull over shirt as opposed to my familiar button up tops, and some light pants. All of it black of course. I knew there were going to be a lot of people at this party and I didn't want to get over heated. I put my new phone in my pants pocket remembering my promise to text my friends throughout.

When I finished putting on my makeup, there was a beep outside my house and I sighed. That would be Ike who had agreed to give me a ride to the party. I quickly ran outside to where he waited for me and climbed into the front seat.

"Hey," Ike greeted me, "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," I admitted, "I really don't want to do this. Pete kind of made me paranoid yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm not really up to it either," Ike muttered, "This party is going to suck."

"We could just ditch it and hang out somewhere else together," I suggested. Ike grinned at me as he started down the street.

"That sounds really tempting, actually," he said, "But I have a feeling Filmore would hunt us down and drag us to the party."

"He would hunt you down at least," I pointed out, "He's like obsessed with you. I think he would prefer it if I didn't show up."

Ike nodded in agreement, keeping his eyes on the road. I slumped back in my seat slightly with a sigh. "I think Filmore might have a crush on you," I said. Beside me, Ike shuddered.

"Ugh, don't say that," he mumbled, "I couldn't stand the thought of Filmore having a crush on me."

I couldn't help but snicker at him. "Well, now you know how I feel," I said.

We arrived at Mirabelle's house shortly after that. Actually, it was more of a mansion, because of course the bitch had to be rich. Ike parked across the street and walked next to me as we crossed the road. The party was already in full swing and we could hear music blaring inside. I did not want to go in there.

Beside me, Ike sighed. "Come on, let's get this over with," he muttered.

"Said every girl Filmore has ever been with," I remarked. Ike looked at me with amazement as I grinned at him. "Yeah, I can make jokes. As long as it's at someone else's expense."

Ike started laughing and leaned on me slightly to remain standing. When he was done, he wiped his eye then gently took my arm to lead me inside. There was so much chaos going on inside. There were random couples either making out on couches or grinding on each other while dancing. It was clear that almost everyone was drunk or buzzed. There was barely an inch of space to breathe. Anyone who wasn't dancing, making out, or drinking were playing juvenile party games that people still tried to insist were "cool" and "relevant" like spin the bottle and truth or dare. The very few people who were left who weren't doing any of those things were just sitting or standing around and chatting with their friends. I already felt my anxiety starting to rise and really wished I had remembered to grab my cigarettes before I left.

"Ike, there you are!" a voice called from somewhere, "We heard you were coming, but we didn't actually think you would! Come join us, man!"

And just like that, Ike vanished. He was no longer by my side, and I had no idea which way he had went. I felt myself beginning to panic, and I had just got here!

"Ike?" I called. But it was so loud in here there was no way he would hear me. I needed to get outside and get some fresh air.

I had planned to just turn around and go back out the front door, but somehow I got disoriented and no longer knew where it was. Don't judge me! This house was fucking massive and there were so many damn people! I also tried to keep my eyes open for Ike, but since I was quite a bit shorter than everyone here, it made my job a lot harder.

People kept bumping into me and pushing me and I had no idea where I was. At one point I was nearly pushed over a balcony overlooking the main room and how the hell did I end up on the second floor? I didn't even remember going up any stairs!

As I overlooked the first floor trying to see if I couldn't find Ike from this vantage point, I was suddenly yanked away with back of my collar, causing me to choke. Someone dragged me away and slammed me against a wall. When I opened my eyes, I was horrified to see the quarterback pinning my shoulders down, his face mere inches from my own. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled at me, "You'd better not be after my girlfriend!"

"Relax," I told him, trying to regain my breath, "I came here with Ike. I was invited. I'm just trying to find where Ike went."

The brute glared at me. "You'd better not be lying, punk," he hissed, "Because if I catch you with my girl, you know what will happen." He reached one hand down and I heard the sound of his zipper being undone. My breath hitched when a moment later I felt something hard rubbing gently up and down my leg.

"You know what's the best thing about parties?" he murmured in my ear, "It's so loud in here that if I do pound ya, no one will hear you scream."

He punctuated this with a swift bite to my neck and a blow to my stomach that had me crumbling to the floor in pain. He snickered at me as he zipped his pants up and walked away.

I sat on the floor, trying to get my breath back and stop myself from remembering those horrible memories. Eventually I managed to stand up and I went back to the railing to try to find Ike again. Of course, at this point he could be in an entirely different part of the house.

I was about to consider finding some stairs so I could just try to get outside when I felt two people suddenly press up against me. I hissed with annoyance to see that it was Filmore and Quaid. Two of the last people I wanted to see.

"What do you guys want?" I asked, sighing with annoyance.

"Keep your eyeliner on, Dorkle," Filmore sneered, "We just wanted to see if you were enjoying yourself."

"Pah! Yeah right!" I spat, "What about any of this is supposed to be fun? There's barely enough room to breathe!"

As I was speaking, I suddenly felt something lightly brushing my side. Without turning my head, I moved my eyes down to see Quaid gently rubbing my side with the back of his knuckles. The action made me incredibly confused. Why was he doing this? Was he threatening me? I really didn't get it.

"I don't see Ike anywhere," Filmore was speaking again, "Where is he?"

"You tell me," I muttered, "As soon as we got here someone dragged him off and I haven't seen him since." Quaid's knuckles very subtly pressed harder into my side.

Filmore scoffed. "Then what am I doing standing here talking to you for?" he wondered.

"That's I want to know," I retorted. Filmore glared at me then snapped his fingers.

"Come on, Quaid," he ordered, "We don't want to be seen hanging out with this loser." He turned on his heel and started walking away. Before Quaid followed him, he suddenly ran a hand up my back, making me tremble, before pinching the back of my neck, which caused me to gasp loudly. I watched them go, wondering what the hell that was about.

I let out a sigh and pulled out my phone. I decided to text Ike, asking him where he was and telling him I was on the second floor. I didn't know if he would hear his phone, but hopefully he would feel his phone. Then I shot a text to my friends expressing how much I was hating this party.

I started trying to find my way to the stairs again. I had finally found them and was about to go downstairs, but because my life is never easy, my path was suddenly blocked by two people I had never seen before. They both smiled at me and continued to be in my way, even when I tried to step around them.

"Um, excuse me, you're in my way," I pointed out what was painfully obvious.

"Hey there, cutie pie," the girl cooed at me, "We haven't seen you around before. Do you go to South Park?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes," I remarked, "I just happen to like my privacy. Now get out of my way. Now."

"Ooh, a feisty one," the guy hummed, "My girl and I like that. How about you come with us, handsome? We'll make you feel real nice."

"I'd rather not," I muttered, backing away as they slowly advanced on me.

"Aw? What's the matter? Have someone in your life already?" the girl wondered, "Don't worry, we won't tell."

"No," I hissed, "I just don't want to do anything with people I don't know."

"Well, we can fix that," the guy murmured, "We can get to know each other very well."

I took another step and suddenly found myself backed against a wall. The two invaded my space to prevent my escape. They each pinned one of my arms down so I couldn't move as they pressed up against me.

"Let go of me!" I growled.

"Hmm… why would we do that?" the girl asked, "We're just getting to know each other a little better. Is that so wrong?"

"Mmm… I wonder how your lips taste?" Before I could retort, the guy started kissing me deeply on the mouth while the girl started kissing my neck.

Immediately all the air left my body. Why were these people kissing me? I didn't even know them! And what were they planning on doing with me? I think I got my answer when the girl slid her hand under my shirt, causing me to tremble. The guy forced his tongue into my mouth, making me choke. How much longer was my suffering going to last? Someone please help me!

"Hey!" a voice suddenly shouted, "Suzy! Brett! Get away from him!"

The two unlatched themselves from me in surprise and we looked over to where Ike stood glaring at them. With relief, I pushed past my assaulters and rushed over to him, where I hid behind his back.

"Ooh Ike! You know this cutie pie?" the girl squealed.

"Ike, you know these two?" I asked nervously. Ike looked back at me.

"Barely," he replied, "They're more of acquaintances. Some friends of my friends." He turned back to the two. "Stay away from him, you perverts. He's with me!"

The two assholes frowned and sadly shuffled away. I sighed with relief.

"I'm so glad you found me before they managed to do anything," I muttered, "I was afraid that they were about to drag me off to some bedroom or something."

But then I remembered his broken promise and shoved him away. "Where were you?" I growled, "I've been looking all over for you and you promised you wouldn't leave my side!"

"I'm sorry!" Ike said, "My friends dragged me away! I tried to find you, but you must have gotten turned around by all the people! Are you all right?"

I forced a heavy sigh. "I'm feeling extremely claustrophobic," I admitted, "I've been trying to find my way outside but this place is so huge and confusing I don't even know where I am or where I've been!"

Ike walked over and pressed against my side. "Come on. Let's try and find the backyard together," he suggested, "I could use some fresh air myself."

With Ike with me I had to reluctantly admit I was feeling a lot calmer. He had an arm looped around my own so we wouldn't get separated in the crowd. Finally we managed to find our way to the backyard, where there were far less people than inside. I could actually breath out here. I took a deep breath of the still night air, letting it fill my lungs. Oh, it felt so good.

The backyard was rather large (of course) with a wooden porch that stepped off into a perfectly well-kept lawn surrounded by a white picket fence. I walked to the edge of the porch and sat down, with Ike sitting next to me. I was so relieved to be in the nice cool air, I didn't even care that he was leaning on me slightly.

"So, how's the party been for you so far?" he asked.

"Miserable," I grumbled, "My anxiety is so high, I want to smoke so badly, but I forgot my cigarettes." I was surprised when Ike suddenly pulled a single one from his pocket and offered it to me. I stared at him in shock.

"Where did you get that?" I wondered.

"I bummed one off one of my friends," he explained with a shrug, "Or, actually he offered me one and I was too much of a wimp to turn it down. But if smoking really does ease your anxiety, then I'm glad I kept it for you."

I took it from him with a word of thanks and pulled out my lighter (that's right, I remembered my lighter but not my cigarettes! Stupid me.) I lit it and took a deep breath, filling my mouth and lungs with smoke before exhaling, making sure to blow it away from Ike. A sense of calm washed over me.

"You know, I don't smoke as often as I used to," I found myself telling Ike, "I used to smoke like two or three packs a day. But now I'll only smoke a full pack on a bad day. I only smoke one or two cigarettes with my friends and when I get stressed."

My companion looked at me as I spoke. "Are you thinking of quitting permanently?" he wondered. I shrugged.

"Eh, I don't know," I replied honestly, "Maybe if I had a little more motivation. My friends don't smoke any less than they did when we were in elementary school, so it doesn't seem like they're willing to give up the habit. Maybe if I had something else to relieve my stress that didn't involve drugs."

"If you'd like, I could help you sometime," Ike offered, "I'm sure we could find something that you could pull out in an instant to calm your anxiety instead of cigarettes."

I let out a small laugh. "I'll think about it," I promised, "For now though, I'm just sticking to these. It's better than what my mom wanted to do which was put me on all sorts of medications which would cost lots of money and have all sorts of side effects."

Ike opened his mouth as if to say something, but then thought better of it. "So, now that you've calmed down, how was the party?" he asked.

"Still terrible," I replied, "I somehow ended up on the second floor while looking for you. Then I was threatened by the quarterback. Then Filmore and Quaid felt the need to bother me. And those two perverts practically assaulted me before you showed up." I sighed and took another drag on my cigarette. "What about you?"

"Not much better, really," he answered, "Well, probably better comparatively, but still. My friends kept trying to get me to play a whole bunch of stupid drinking games, even though we're underage, and I'm driving tonight, and I hate the taste of alcohol. And you know those cliché party games like Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare? Yeah, forced me to play those. I swear that stupid bottle was rigged because I had to kiss way more people than I care to admit. And during Truth or Dare my friends were just trying to get deepest personal secrets out of me the whole time. And they wouldn't let me leave to go find you until I got that text from you." He let out a deep sigh. "I think I need to find new friends."

"You should make friends with my friends," I suggested lightly, while taking another drag of my cigarette, "We don't drink or play stupid party games. Or go to parties at all. We mostly just hang out, read and write dark stuff, and complain about everything."

Ike smirked and couldn't help but start laughing. I grinned at him and wrapped an arm around his back, pressing him close to me. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text and I pulled it out to look at it.

PETE: Are you still ok?

FIRKLE: Yeah, I'm fine. This party is still stupid, though.

"Hey, you want to get out of here now?" Ike asked, "I'm getting tired of this place."

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said with a grin. We stood up and I stamped out my cigarette before throwing it away in a nearby trash bin. We went back inside together and though it was still loud and crowded, and I could feel my nervousness starting to rise again, I reminded myself that we were leaving.

We fought our way through crowds of people until we reached the main room. The front door was in sight when Ike turned to me.

"Wait right here a second," he ordered, "I just want to tell my friends that I'm leaving."

I silently nodded and watched as he dove off into the horde. I tried my best to glue myself to the spot and be knocked around by the bodies of people dancing and moving. After about a minute of waiting I began to grow nervous when someone suddenly grabbed my arm from behind. Startled, I spun around and came face to face with Mirabelle.

"There you are," she said in a seductive voice, "I've been looking for you. I over heard Filmore saying you were coming to my party and I'm overjoyed that you actually came."

"Yeah, well I was just about to leave, so if you could let go of me," I muttered, trying to tug my arm out of her grip.

"Oh, but you can't leave now!" she whined, "I just found you! Come with me, love. I want to show you something."

I tried to protest as her grip on my arm strengthened and she started dragging me away from sweet freedom. I dug my heels into the floor and tried to yank my arm out of her grasp, but nothing seemed to slow her down as she lugged me towards her destination.

"Where are we going?" I wondered, though I was also scared to know the answer.

"You'll see," she replied, turning to wink at me.

She pulled me towards a staircase that I hadn't seen before that was towards the back of the main room. Looking up, I saw many windowpanes and wondered what that room was. I couldn't see anyone up there from where we were. But apparently this was where Mirabelle wanted to take me as she started tugging me up the stairs. Again, I tried to stop her.

"Listen, I really should be getting back," I informed her, "Ike will be waiting for me. He's probably worried about me and wondering where I went."

"Oh screw Ike," Mirabelle scoffed, "We don't need him around. He doesn't love you like I do."

Who said anything about love?

"Here we are!" the cheerleader announced when we reached the door. She opened it and pulled me inside.

We were in some sort of fancy bedroom that looked out over the main room. A mini refrigerator stood next to the nightstand as well as a mini bar. A large plasma TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed which was covered in silk sheets and blankets. I began to grow very afraid. I turned to Mirabelle who smiled at me.

"This is my room," she told me, "Isn't it nice? We won't be disturbed here."

I blinked at her before turning to leave, but she quickly ran over and blocked my exist. "You can't leave now," she cooed, "The night's just getting started."

"No, I don't think so," I muttered, backing away slowly. The girl hummed.

"You look thirsty," she noted, "Let me get you something to drink." She walked past me, making sure to brush against me as she did so, and walked over to her mini fridge. She had her back to me as she prepared a couple of sodas and I wondered if I would have enough time to run from the room. But she was already turning back around and shoving a glass into my hand.

"Here. It's on the house," she said, chuckling at her attempt to make a joke.

I eyed the glass wearily. I didn't trust her and she must've noticed. "Oh don't worry. It's just soda, I assure you," she promised.

Still not trusting her fully, I sniffed at it before taking a sip. "It tastes kind of funny," I noted. Mirabelle shrugged.

"It's a much higher quality soda than one would get at the supermarket," she excused, "So it might taste a little different." Then she tipped her glass back and chugged her own drink in just a few gulps. Pig.

With a sigh I decided to take another sip. It still tasted rather strange. As I did so I noticed she was wearing my necklace around her neck and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at her.

"Hm? What's wrong?" she wondered, "Oh? You noticed my necklace?"

"You mean my necklace," I growled.

"I'll make you a deal," she hummed, "I'll give it back to you if you sleep with me."

I couldn't help but glare at her as she said this. "Yeah, not going to happen, bitch," I growled. I couldn't stand this anymore. I started to turn to leave, but suddenly I felt dizzy and light-headed. I stumbled slightly and nearly fell as I tried to regain my balance.

Mirabelle gave me a concerned look. "What's the matter, love?" she asked, "You don't look so well. You look as though you've been drugged."

I started breathing heavily as I looked down at the glass still in my hand. My vision started to blur as I looked up at the grinning bitch. The glass dropped from my hand.

"What… did you… do… to me?" I panted, glaring at her. She stepped closer as my knees began to buckle.

"Don't worry about it, love," she purred, "By the time you figure it out, it won't matter anymore. And I'll finally have you all to myself. Now, now go to sleep and I promise I'll take real good care of you."

I desperately tried to stay standing, but my legs gave out from under me, and I fell to the floor. The last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was Mirabelle's stupid grinning face.

Oh no! What's going to happen to Firkle? Will he be all right? Or will Mirabelle have her way with him? It's so exciting, I think I might wet myself, but not really because I'm the author and I know what's going to happen next! But anyway, leave a comment and let me know what you thought of the party!