I was going to a party. My first ever high school party. Janet, a girl who sat beside me in maths and shared my extreme dislike for the subject, had demanded I come and without thinking I'd agreed. Now I was kind of regretting it. I'd been here for about a month and the only people I really knew was Tate and Janet.

Socialising at this party was going to be difficult.

I'd asked Tate to come along, so I would at least have one person to talk to, but he'd refused, claiming that he wasn't one for high school parties where all anyone did was get trashed.

I'd been kind of disappointed, but figured Janet would be there, although she was hosting the party, so she probably wouldn't have much time to sit with me the whole night.

This was a bad idea.

Picking up my phone from where I'd dropped it on my bed, I typed up a text to Janet, letting her know I wouldn't be coming.

Yeah, that was the safer option. This way I couldn't embarrass myself in front of anyone, and I wouldn't be stuck in a corner alone the whole night, with only the snacks for comfort.

I hesitated before I pressed send, however, and then as if she knew what I was thinking a message from Janet popped up.

"Don't you dare think about backing out. You need to make more friends." I read the message aloud to myself, unable to stop the grin. Even in the brief time we'd known each other, she'd gotten to know me well.

Deleting the message I'd been about to send, I typed a new one. 'Wouldn't dream of it. What should I wear?'

Her response consisted of two words that weren't very helpful. Something sexy, she'd said. What the hell did that mean?

In the end I decided to go with a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey crop top. Janet probably wanted me to rock up in a mini skirt and thigh-high boots, but unfortunately for her, my wardrobe did not consist of those items.

Tugging on some converse I grabbed my phone and made my way to the party.

I could hear the music the moment I got to the street, the large house with flashing lights and a whole bunch of cars parked out front was hard to miss.

Kind of surprised the cops hadn't been called yet, I walked through the open front door to be greeted by a mass of people.

I couldn't see Janet anywhere, and so I squeezed through the crowd until I managed to make my way outside, which was slightly less crowded but not by much.

Swiping a drink from an ice filled bucket, I carefully avoided the splash zone of the pool and found a relatively quiet place to sit. An unoccupied sun lounge gave me the perfect chance to sit and collect myself. Okay so it would seem socialising was going to be harder than I thought.

Everyone seemed to be in pairs or groups, quite happily talking to the people that they knew. I still couldn't see Janet anywhere. I assumed she was inside somewhere in the massive throng of people dancing.

I was studiously avoiding looking at a couple who were making out almost straight in front of me sitting on the edge of the pool when a nearby voice broke my concentration.

"Hey." I stared at the couple for a few seconds, before snapping myself out of it, blinking furiously a few times before looking up and to my left.

"Mind if I share your seat, everywhere else seems to be occupied?" The guy had brown hair and his eyes seemed to be smiling at me, little crinkles around the edges of them. I nodded silently, unsure what to say as I moved closer to the edge of the seat so that he could sit.

"Name's Kaleb." He introduced himself, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

"Calypso." I replied, gripping his hand and shaking it once.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Kaleb asked suddenly, to which I once more nodded silently. "You don't talk much, do you?" He added, a small smile creasing his face as he asked.

"I talk when there's a need to." I replied slowly, wondering what he would say to that.

"Perfect, because, as you've probably noticed, I like to talk a lot. Doesn't matter what about, I guess I just like hearing my own voice. That's what people tell me anyway, and if you're new here, that means you haven't heard any of my stories. Which is, as I said, perfect, because I'm running out of people to tell them to." Kaleb actually paused for a proper breath after all of that and took a sip of his drink.

Deciding not to say anything, my grin matched his as he turned to me and proclaimed that he thought we would, indeed, be very good friends. I couldn't help but agree.