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Just the Start
"Dude, can you stop checking your hair for at least ten minutes?" Cam playfully punched Josh on his arm as the dark haired boy snickered bashfully, pulling the brim of his NYY hat down and shoving his hands in to the pockets of his Ralph Lauren jeans.
The guys were outside of Alicia's house where all the smokers were. They were waiting for the girl's who said they would be there at nine. It was nine-thirty and they still hadn't arrived.
Derrick leaned against the brick wall of Alicia's house and sighed, misty puffs of white breath circling in to the air, as he felt the vibrations of the music pounding through the wall. Blonde Paris-Hilton wannabes kept checking the guys out, but most of them knew the boys were unavailable anyway.
Derrick was dressed up as a soccer player, which wasn't difficult 'cos his wardrobe was basically stuffed with soccer shirts.
Josh was a Ralph Lauren model in RL jeans, a crisp white polo that popped against his tanned skin, RL sunglasses even though it was dark, and a RL watch, just to top it off.
Cam was Prince Charming (Dylan had bullied him in to it) in silk breeches, a ruffled shirt and buckled boots, and even though the guys kept teasing him, he still looked incredibly hot with his black hair flopping in to his one-green-one-blue eyes.
Kemp and Plovert were twin Ozzy Osbourne's with long, stringy black wigs, round black tinted glasses and white face paint with droopy black clothes. They looked hysterical.
There was a roar and Massie's Mercedes screeches to a halt outside the house. It's a birthday present from her parents. Derrick looks up and a smile plays at his lips. She looks awesome driving it.
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I step out of the car, the blond fringe from my wig falling in to my amber coloured eyes. My face lights up as she sees the guys and Kristen and Dylan follow me up the stone steps towards them.
"Hey! Sorry we're late, Dylan couldn't decide between Nude Black and Bare Black. In the end she decided to just go for Black Black." I give Derrick a kiss and a dozen blonde Barbie look-alikes groan as they watch.
"What? They were completely different!" Dylan slaps Cam's arm as he laughs along with the guys.
Everyone steps inside the Rivera Estate. Most of the people were in the large front room which was once a ballroom in like another life. Now, you could never imagine it as somewhere so grand.
There is a mess of bottles, cigarettes, handbags, shoes, half-eaten food and just plain junk, littered across the floor. And there are dozens and dozens of people in different costume. Alicia sure knew how to throw a party, and actually get loads of people to come.
Kristen grabs a bottle from the side and grins; "wanna play?" She has to shout over the loud music.
She realises that there's still some drink in there and frowns. "Who wants to finish it?" she waves the bottle in the air, liquid sloshes about inside it. Kemp sniggers, "you mean you've never tried beer before?"
I roll my eyes and smack his arm. "Yeah Kemp, the closest you've ever had is like the drops from your Dad's empty can after a baseball game or something."
None of us had ever drunk alcohol before except the odd champagne or glass of wine on special occasions.
Plovert snickers, "she read you like a book Hurley!"
Kemp blushes behind the white face paint "Fine. I will if you do." He says to Plovert.
"Hey, if we do it, everyone has to do it." Plovert looks at us sceptically. I glance at Derrick. He looks back and raises his eyebrows in a 'do you mind' kind of way. I shrug and look away. It's not like I'm asking him to have a whole bottle. Derrick nods, "yeah fine. What harm can it bring?"
A lifetime of misery, breakups with friends, the deepest feeling of loneliness? But of course, I didn't know that then.
Cam pulls Dylan closer towards him. "What about the girls?" he asks.
"Well they have to do it as well. It's not like a one-gender thing."
Cam opens his mouth to protest, but I roll my eyes and grab a bottle from the side. "Cool it Fisher, it's just a drink. What's it gonna do? We'll have one drink. Just one"
Derrick looks impressed. I pull the lid off with my teeth as everyone opens their own bottle and we hold our bottles up for a toast. Kinda cheesy but so what.
"To...us." Kristen declares.
"To us" we echo and clink bottles, knocking back the drink. It burns my throat and sets my mouth on fire, but in a kind of exhilarating way. The feeling you get when you know you're doing something wrong but wanna just carry on and on doing it because it gives you such an intense feeling. Everyone has stopped as I carry on slugging it back. The bottle's not that big, and I drain it, wiping my mouth on my so that glittery gloss comes off on to the sleeve of my jacket. I feel slightly dizzy from the sudden rush but I giggle and toss the bottle to the side as they stare at me.
"What?!" I laugh, moving towards the centre of the room and throw my hands in the air. The drink has given me a sudden burst of adrenalin and I want to use up my energy. I start dancing through the crowds in search of another drink as Dylan moves after me.
She pulls me back as I crack open another bottle from a tipped over side table.
"What are you doing? It was only for a dare, you don't need to have another one." She knocks the bottle out of my hands and it smashes on the floor, but the cracking noise is disguised by the heavy music. I pout at her and move away.
She pulls me back again, "Mass, let's go back to the guys." I let her pull me back, slightly grudgingly.
Derrick slaps me on the back when I walk over to him. "Nice going Block!" he beams. I grin back and fall in to his arms.
Kristen frowns as Dylan whispers in her ear. "Don't encourage her Derrick!" She scolds him. I roll my eyes.
"C'mon guys, it's only a drink."
"Yeah, well I didn't like it."
"So, that's your opinion."
"What so you did like it?"
"Yeah it was ok. Big deal!"
Dylan and I fire comments back and forth.
"At least I haven't taken this as an excuse to wear my tiniest dress, and act a tiny bit modest with a dumb bridal veil!"
Dylan fumes. "At least I don't look like Miss Slut of the century. Who decides to go blond?"
Kristen waves her hand in front of Dylan's face as the guys' eyes move back and forth between us, like they're watching a tennis game with Svetlana Slootskyia. "That can hurt blonds' like me in case you haven't realised."
Dylan pushes Kristen's hand away and sneers at me, "you enjoyed that drink? Well if you have one more, then I am officially resigning from being your best friend."
I scoff, "friendship is like a job to you? No wonder Kristen and I are your only friends. In fact make that only Kristen 'cos I am officially not your friend anymore." I grab the half finished bottle from the surprised Josh and press the warm brim to my mouth, draining it, and then thump it down on the table. I sway slightly as I walk away. "And if Kristen has any sense, she won't be your friend either!" I call over my shoulder, going in search for another drink.
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An hour later, none of the guys had seen Massie, and in that time, exactly seventeen girls had tried to prise Derrick away from his friends. Kristen had just clung to Josh's arm so they didn't try to take him as well.
Right then, everyone was involved in a huge game of Spin the Bottle.
Allie-Rose Singer crawled a bit closer to the bottle and spun it. It landed on Cam and Dylan glared at Cam before he quickly kissed Allie-Rose. Then Cam landed on Alicia (which made Dylan even more mad) and Alicia (who was dressed as a dirty devil, like come awn that was so four years ago!) landed on Kemp (Kemp had practically fainted) and Kemp landed on Kori and Kori landed on Plovert and Plovert landed on Strawberry and Strawberry landed on Derrick (ew) and Derrick landed on Olivia and Olivia landed on Josh...It went on for ages.
Suddenly the sound of high-pitched laughter was heard. Massie tottered through to the area of the circle, clinging to an Abercrombie-model-worthy guy's arm. She looked a total mess.
Her hair was haywire; her jeans had a huge brown stain down one leg, her boots were all scuffed and on one, the heel had snapped off so she was now half-walking half-staggering.
She flung her jacket to the side and pulled and leaned down to kiss Derrick's neck. He pulled away, seething. "What the hell Block? You're hanging on to another guy; I mean who is this dude? The only way I would be ok with you practically on top of him, was if he was your brother or something. And even then, that's pretty intimate. What's going on?"
Massie dropped down next to him, laughing hysterically for no reason while the game of Spin the Bottle stopped. Yeah dramas like this always happened at house parties, but someone like Massie wouldn't be expected to be, well, drunk.
"Oh Derrick you worry too much. I'm a big girl. I'm fine!" Massie giggled, flopping down on the carpet. Derrick looked away in disgust as she drank from another bottle. Cam sighed and got up, pulling the bottle away from her lips.
"That's enough Mass. Come on. I'm taking you home." Cam cocked his head towards the door and Josh and the girls jumped up. Derrick reluctantly did as well. Then Derrick deftly scooped a wailing Massie up in his arms and, ignoring her protests, took her towards Cam's BMW. He laid her out on the back seat and turned back towards Cam. "So who's gonna drive Massie's?"
They decided that Derrick would drop the Dylan and Kristen home and then take the car back to Massie's where Cam would drop her off. Then Cam would take Josh and Derrick back to his place.
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I woke up, feeling the soft leather of the sofa in my living room behind my back. What was I doing here? Oh yeah. Derrick couldn't take me upstairs so I crashed down here...And oh God! Derrick! I had really hurt him and my head was killing! I tried to sit up but slumped back down, groaning. In the end, I staggered in to the kitchen, noting that I was still in last night's clothes. The house seemed quiet now that Mom was in Spain. Dad had probably left for work already. I was glad that Mom was coming back tomorrow; the house was too quiet without her.
I put the kettle on to boil and slumped down at the oak table, groaning again. I had really messed up. I had made a fool of myself in front of my friends, I had fallen out with Dylan and I had practically cheated on Derrick.
I filled a mug with coffee and poured the water from the kettle in to it, massaging my temples. I dragged off my stupid Hannah Montana wig and realised someone had taken my boots off. Must have been Derrick...My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I flipped it open without checking the ID and yawned in to the speaker, "hello?"
Dylan started yelling through it. I winced and held it away. That girl's voice was way too loud to hear first thing in the morning, especially when your hung-over.
I held it back again once she had stopped yelling. "I heard Derrick, hurt, drunk and ashamed. That was pretty much it."
Dylan sighs and hisses, "just make sure you fix things. Derrick's really hurt. You should care more about other people's feelings in future. He's been through a lot you know!" She hung up and I was left with the line buzzing. Wait, did Dylan have a crush on...on Derrick?
I speed-dial Derrick and he picks up after like a billion rings. I can hear girls giggling in the background. Oh God...
"D? You there?"
"Oh, you."
I roll my eyes. "Well obviously. Look Derrick, I'm really, really sorry about last night I-"
Derrick interrupts, "yeah Massie whatever. You got your guy, I get-"
"What are you talking about? I was with him for like one second I-"
He interrupts again, a bit impatiently as he hears the girls in the background calling him. Who were those bitches anyway? How dare they take my boyfriend?!
"Look Massie. You just carry on with your thing, and I will with mine. You really messed up last night, but I understand. It's cool. You and Carter made out so I guess he's your boyfriend now."
WTF? "We made out? What? I'm sorry for everything else but I would never cheat-"
"He told me himself Massie. Don't lie; look I'll see you around. Later. Oh and by the way I want the Abercrombie sweater back that you took from my room." The line goes dead and I stare at the phone in disbelief. I take a sip of coffee but it has gone cold. I can't believe all this is happening to me...
Yeah Right
Little did I know,
This was when everything started going wrong, plummeting down.
This was just the start.