Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot
A/N: So I haven't been updating on a regular basis, but here is the second chapter. I also began writing the third, so hopefully that will come to light soon.
Warning for underage drinking, and drugs. (Just MDMA)
Norman sat around Neil and his friends during lunchtime. He managed to stay quiet, but would occasionally add in his thoughts. It was finally friday, and Norman was relieved. There was nothing planned for the weekend, but watching old horror movies was better than sitting through classes all day.
"Right Norman?" Neil nudged the boy with his elbow. He was staring into space and only had a few seconds to think.
"Uh, yeah, right." He tried to cover up the fact that he wasnt paying attention, but was saved when the bell rung. Norman got up and said goodbye to Neil and the others, then left for his next class.
Norman got to his Algebra class during the beginning of passing period so he sat there with his notebook out and doodled on the cover. His solitude was interrupted when Zack loudly entered and immediately started a conversation.
"Are you ready for the test Norm?" The blonde said, out of breath. He must have been rough housing in the halls, not even Norman would be that out of breath geting to a class thats on the first floor.
"I guess so." Norman replied.
"Well good," Zack sat down and leaned in, causing Norman to shift away a little. "Cause there's a party tonight and I'll bring you along."
Norman furrowed his eyebrows, that had nothing to do with the test, but then he looked back at Zack, who looked pretty excited to be his mentor, and Norman decided to play it cool. "Oh, um, okay." He refrained from asking any questions, feeling like he would seem clueless, though in all actuality, he was.
"Alrighty! Who's ready to start this test?" The teacher said with too much excitement for the conditions.
Friday night, and you're going to your first party. Norman looked at his reflection in the mirror after he finished brushing his teeth. Of course he'd seen the typical high school parties in movies, but he doubted they were the same. Norman would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. The only person he would really know was Zack, and maybe recognize a few of his friends.
As he headed down the stairs, Norman caught a glimpse of his parents feet tangled in eachother, on the couch hidden in the living room. Though it was realitively quiet, Norman cringed and hurried to the front door. "I'm leaving with some friends, I might be back tonight, I dont know." He shouted before walking out, not waiting for a response. Zack had texted him, letting him know he was outside waiting for him.
What was waiting was a realitively new four door sedan, Zack sitting in front, his girlfriend in the passenger seat, and an unfamiliar face in the back. The radio was cranked up loud enough that you could almost feel the bass as you approached it. Norman climbed in back and Zack turned the music down slightly.
"Hey Norm, this is Rachael," Zack introduced his girlfriend first, who Norman had already known, "And this is Jessica, her friend." Zack held his hand in the direction of the other girl in the car. Jessica waved faintly with a smile on her face.
"I'm Norman," Norman smiled back as he buckeled up. Zack turned to face forward, starting to drive into the dark.
Once they arrived at the house, you could tell it was a party. When Norman got out of the car he could already hear the music coming from inside. "Are you ready, buddy?" Zack layed one solid pat on Normans back before walking up to the front door, tequila bottle in hand. All Norman could reply with was a nervous chuckle, but he follwed him anyways.
Jessica walked next to Norman, her posture and poise mimicked Rachaels, meaning that they were confident, much more confident than Norman. They were greeted by a girl with dark hair, who looked like she stumbled to open the door, and after a few words, Norman entered along with the small group.
Norman followed to the kitchen, where plenty of bottles were set up on the counter. As Zack added the one he had to the plethora of alcohol bottles, he grabbed two red plastic cups, handing one in the direction of Norman. As Rachael and Jessica served themselves, Norman just watched. There was nothing going through his head, and he was quite possibly the only clueless one there.
"So, what do you like?" Zack asked, trying to get Norman to do something besides stand there.
"I dont know, I've never really drank before." Norman shouted over the music. With a childlike smirk, Zack grabbed a bottle with a dark liquid in it and tipped it into normans cup, but only about a half inch form the bottom, then filling his with the same amount.
"So this would be called a shot, which are usually out of small glasses, but these make due." Zack tipped his cup against Normans, "All in one go, buddy." Zack said before tipping the cup and gulping it down. Norman followed, furrowing his eyebrows at the strong taste, coughing after.
"What was that?" Norman asked with a slightly sour look still on his face. He was surprised that people would drink something with such a strong alcohol content.
"Whiskey, it'll put some hair on your chest." Zack chuckled and poured another for them both. Norman was still cooling his throat from the first, but drank when Zack did to attempt to keep up. The second time around wasn't as bad because Norman knew what it would taste like. Zack took a deep breath and 'woohoo'd' shortly after lowering his cup. The hard bass that was shaking through the house had just picked up a new beat after the drop, and it seemed that more people were dancing now.
Jessica and Rachael were gone, in an attempt to spot one of them, Norman looked around from where he was standing. It was useless so Norman gave up and turned to talk to Zack, but stopped mid sentence when he noticed that he was gone as well.
Norman raised an eyebrow at his situation, but looked down at his cup and thought, what the hell, why not? As he grabbed a bottle and poured some into his cup, this time it was clear and he saw the bottle was had the label vodka on it. With a shrug, he grabbed a 2 liter of soda and poured some of that in his cup too.
As the song came to an end the large crowd died down, making the living room more visible from where he was standing. Sitting on the coffee table was a tall hookah with three hoses extending out to the couch, which was big enough to seat six people, but only four were sat on it. One of the people Norman recognized as DJ, wearing the same red, black, and white striped shirt. Only this time he was also wearing blacked out shades, and a chilled grin kept its place on his face as he talked to the others. Something about this guy intrigued Norman, possibly because he just moved to town. DJ had his arms on the back of the couch, girls on either side of him. One placed a bright blue pill in the middle of her tongue and moved her hand to the back of DJ's neck, getting his attention. The guy turned and eyed her tongue before leaning in, pressing his to the pill and pulling away from her after a brief kiss. DJ showed the pill between his teeth then swallowed it, tipping his head back.
Norman raised an eyebrow, thinking that was an unusual thing to do, but was caught off guard when he felt his hand intertwine fingers with another, leading him to the middle of the dining room where the crowd of people were dancing. Norman looked at the girl who brought him out from the kitchen, he was surprised to see Jessica smiling back at him, her cheeks flush. She parted their hands and started dancing, rolling her hips in unison with the music. Norman hadn't realized he was staring at her until Jessica pulled their bodies close, her arms finding their way around his neck. Norman could feel the alcohol start to warm up his stomach, and he was feeling slightly tingly.
The two didn't exchange words, Jessica just let her arms off of Norman and began grinding herself against him. Norman didn't know what to think when Jessica turned, nor when she initiated them grinding against eachother. With the music, the atmosphere, and the alcohol in his system, Norman was enjoying himself.
But then Jessica stopped and turned back to face Norman, placing her hands on his chest. "I don't feel so-" She moved one hand to cover her mouth as she ran, presumably to the bathroom, and Norman followed her. Sure enough she was in the bathroom with the door closed. From what Norman heard it wasn't going well in there, to check on her he tried to open the door, but Jessica had locked it.
"Jessica, are you okay?" Norman asked after knocking at the door. A weak reassurance from the bathroom was a good sign and he let out a breath of relief, thank god she didn't die. He took a big swig from his cup and sat against the door, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground. The faint sounds of vomiting from the bathroom were about to make Norman sick, so he got up sortly after and walked back out to the dining room, where people were still dancing. He stood in a slightly less crowded spot and took a long sip from his drink.
When Norman lowered his cup, he almost spit out his last sip. He was now staring at his reflection in the blacked out shades of the new kid. Normans eyebrows raised slightly, and the corner of DJ's mouth curled into a half smirk. Norman felt his face heating up, and he did what he thought would avoid a conversation, he walked away. There was no way of knowing if DJ was going to talk to him, but Norman wasn't ready. Why did I just walk away? He asked himself in his head. There wasnt a destination he was walking to, until he saw that the bathroom door was still closed.
After a soft knock at the door, Norman asked if Jessica was doing okay.
"COPS! EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES, COPS ARE ON THE WAY!" A voice started shouting from the second level of the house, and after a few seconds, the crowd started moving out and various other people were shouting. Norman paniked for a second, but found it was in his best interest to dip from the party. So after downing what was left in his cup, he carefully set it on a surface and started making his way out of the house.