So did anyone watch the last episode? I'm so sad because in the next episode, all the seniors are gonna be gone and I grew a very strong bond with those characters especially Eli :(((( plus there's gonna be new cast members which I assume will be good but idk if any will be as good as the seniors that graduated before these ones (Sav, Holly J, Anya, etc.) and the current seniors. I'm gonna miss them so much :((( But on a good note, let's get to the story I finally updated!

It was Friday and Friday always meant one thing.

An endless night of internet and Netflix without having to wake up early the next day.

I was at my locker quickly packing up my things to take home for the weekend if I decided that doing homework what something I wanted to do. I double checked my books to make sure I didn't forget anything. When I was finished, I zipped up my backpack and as I was about to stand up to close my locker, a sudden movement closed it before I could and I screamed and jumped as my nerves shook when the locker slammed, scaring me.

Everyone in the hallway turned to look at me weirdly and I tried to hide my embarrassment as I put my jacket on. I looked down at my locker, somehow convincing myself that if I did that I'd slowly become invisible and no one would see me, until I felt the stares slowly turn away. I turned to Eli angrily, who I should have already known was the culprit of the slamming locker, who was smiling smugly at the obvious pain I was going through. He couldn't help but not contain his laughter as I got angrier.

"I didn't remind you of your assholeness today, did I?" I said, putting on my backpack and turning to face him with a glare.

"You didn't but I have something to make up for it anyways." He said, smiling. Of course I had no clue what it was and I stood there waiting for him to tell me but I guess he needed a response from me first.

"Oh please, Eli, tell me before my head explodes of curiosity. Please bless your knowledge upon me." I put my hands together and pouted in what could have been a cute way if it wasn't for my face or awkwardness. But despite that, he still gave me the secret.

"We're going to a party," he said, "Tonight."

"We?" I asked, trying to hold back the sarcastic laugh that was waiting at the back of my throat for a surprise appearance, "The way 'we' is set up means two of us. You might be going to a party but the only party I'm going to is a season of The Office."

"Oh come on!" he said rolling his eyes and staring at me like I was pathetic for not wanting to go to a party, "It's just a party. You have to go."

All the lectures in middle school about peer pressure seemed redundant to me at the time considering even though some of my friends did, no one ever invited me to drink or smoke which was good because I probably would have went just to fit in. That was one of the worst traits, always wanting to fit in and feel like I belonged somewhere. And here I was, indirectly being peer pressured. I knew I didn't want to go and I shouldn't go without my dad knowing but Eli was looking at me like I had to go. I tried to fight the urge to want to make Eli happy and not seem like a pathetic loser who didn't go to a party to instead sit at home watching Netflix. I tried to think of an excuse not to go because I'd rather be alone at my house then be the loner at a party which was basically social suicide, especially for the new girl who sits at her locker at lunch.

"I have to work on my essay," I said, hoping he wouldn't push it any further but low and behold, he knew exactly how to twist my arm in the right way to get me to say yes.

"You have all weekend to work it," he said, looking at me with a face that practically screamed 'stop fighting it', "Plus, studies show if you become uninterested in your studies, when you work on it, it won't be as good as if you were interested. So, you should take a break, have some fun and come back to your essay with a new mind and perspective and you'll do better."

"And what study proved that going to a Friday night teenage party makes essays any better?"

"The Goldsworthy report. Of course, you probably haven't heard of it because it's really exclusive but the articles are phenomenal, you should check it out."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure I got locked into a year subscription without my knowing."

"It'll pay off, don't worry." He said, "Now back to that party. You're going."

"Fine." I sighed, quitting while I was ahead as I realized that if I did continue this argument, I'd just end up losing in the end so there was no use, "But if you leave me alone during the party I swear I'll kill you in your sleep."

"Oh don't worry. Even if I did you leave you alone, you wouldn't be bored." He smirked mysteriously. I didn't know what I would be getting into at this party and in all honesty, I didn't want to know either.

I stood in front of my messy closet filled with clothes that were thrown, shoes that were mismatched and hangers barely hanging on to the racks. I had destroyed any type of order in my room trying to find something to wear. I had no clue what to wear to a party, considering the last party I went to was an 8th grade graduation and I still questioned my fashion choices from middle school. I tried to think of an outfit that wasn't dressy but wasn't school wear. I couldn't believe I was putting so much thought into a party outfit that I didn't even want to go to.

Finally as I couldn't find anything that I was hoping for, I decided on my go to outfit for everything. An oversized black sweatshirt, pastel tie-dye colored leggings and my white Doc Martens, which were new but I figured it would be alright to wear my new shoes to go to a party considering parties were foreign territories. I left my hair the way it was, which was basically just naturally wavy and grabbed my black cross body bag and put my phone in it along with my iPod, just in case the music being played wasn't good. One thing I couldn't deal with was bad music.

I stared at myself in the mirror hoping that the longer I stood there, I'd be okay with what I saw. I tilted my head to the side, back and forth, turned to side to try and make myself look thinner, which convinced me for a little unless I turned back forward. I did it every time I looked in the mirror. I wasn't okay with myself but I wanted to be and I thought the harder I pushed it on myself to be okay, it easier it would get but it never did. Before I completely gave up on even going out the house, I walked away from the mirror and down the steps to wait for Eli, who would be driving to the party.

Sitting down on the couch in the living room, I tried to calm my nerves as I was getting nervous. I always got nervous going to any type of event where there would be people. I didn't like people staring at me or paying attention to me. I enjoyed sitting on the sidelines where a few people would walk by and notice me but I didn't like being center field, all eyes on me, everyone waiting for me to make a mistake.

Finally, as my brain started to yell at itself, a car outside my house beeped the horn and I looked to see that it was Eli. I walked out hoping it wouldn't be as bad as I expected but knowing it most likely was going to be.

Alright next chapter will be more exciting than this I promise because this was just the lead up. But still review! :)