-1Author's Note: I do not condone the sneaking out of anyone under the age of eighteen. This is also not one of my better written chapters. For that I apologize. I hate to use the term filler, but basically that is what it is. Please read and review!
High school was nothing more than a giant cesspool of losers. True, there were exceptions,; she had found Meredith and Izzie. For the most part though, Cristina Yang had little use for high school or the immature peons who attended.
Heels clicking across the tile floor, Cristina weaves through the mass of gyrating and giggling morons. Sadly, she found Meredith amongst them. "I'm going."
Meredith stepped away from the boy she had been dancing with. Good ole Derek. He wasn't so bad either. "Cris…"
Cristina holds up a hand. "Seriously, don't lecture dear. I told you before, this really isn't my scene." Sixteen going on thirty, that was her. Give her a college frat party over a high school dance any day. "By the way, Karev ditched Izzie."
"You're kidding," Meredith gaped at her, green eyes huge. Golden curls bounce as she shakes her head. "I can't believe him. I really thought…Guess I was wrong."
"Hm. Guess so. So, you going to come with?" Cristina tried to make the question sound flippant, yet she really hoped Meredith said yes. Much as she loved the parties it could be a bit dull at first without someone to talk to.
Meredith peers back at Derek. He had engrossed himself in a discussion with a girl Meredith recognized as Amy from American History. Both were smiling and laughing. "Yeah. Okay. Sure. Why not. Do you think maybe we should ask Izzie?"
She had thought about that, then decided against it. One of the reasons she adored Izzie so much was the girl's innocence. She wouldn't keep that long if she were to start frat party hopping. Whether she realized it or not, Izzie was gorgeous. She had the sort of looks that only grew more amazing each year. "No. I think she's actually having fun." To prove her point, she nodded to where Izzie stood chattering away with the boy from the dance floor. The poor sot actually seemed transfixed with her.
"Yeah. I'm glad. I still can't believe Alex did that to her!" More shaking of the golden curls as they exit the dining hall. They pass a rather agitated looking Alex and a sobbing Rebecca. "Jack ass," Meredith sneered, earning her an elbow in the ribs from Cristina.
"He isn't worth it. Plus, he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself to much," Cristina pointed out. They fell silent as they pushed the double doors leading outside open. The night had a bit of a nip to it, causing both girls to wrap their arms around their middles in an effort to stay warm. As Cristina had suspected none of the faculty was watching the parking lot behind the hall. Digging her in her purse, she smirks as she pulls out the keys to the BMW her father had bought her. Tonight was going to be a night to remember.