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Lost

This is a little one shot I came up with.

Luke POV:

"You have your phone?" Dad asked me. 

"Yes, dad" I sighed. "I'm going go now bye."

"Bye, bud" Dad said.

I'm eighteen and going to one of my high school's frat parties. My friends are going, so why shouldn't I go.

If my mom found out what I'm doing, she'll probably kill me herself.

I only told Dad. Mom wouldn't let me go. I know it.

Well, I have blond hair with green-grey eyes. It's a mix of my mom and dad's eye colors.

My older sister, Zoe, goes to Harvard. She's smarter than all three of us. She's in Massachusetts right now.

But of course she checks in with us. She's mom's favorite.

I rolled my eyes at that.

My younger sister, Silena, is in eleventh grade, getting better grades than me.

So that makes me the middle child.

Great.

I sighed again.

My friends picked me up and we started going to the house where the party is being held at.

While driving there, I think about what my mom has told me.

'Of course you're going to college, young man' my mom's exact words.

If she sees what I'm getting into...I don't know what she will do.

I shouldn't even be going to this stupid party.

"Luke" one of my friends, Josh, shook me. "Why are you like that? You have a time limit you need to be home at?"

Yes I thought. I had to be home by 11pm.

But I shook my head at them. They will think I'm a baby.

"No, I don't" I told them.

"Great, maybe we can get some hot babes" another friend, Pete, said with a smirk.

"Don't talk like that" I told him.

Both of them turned to me. "What?" I asked.

"Why are like moody today?" Josh asked.

"I'm not" I said. "Let's just get there."

Josh raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"

After a few minutes of silence, we made it to the house. This house is small compared to ours.

"Names?" The person in front of the door said.

"Josh Peterson, Pete Liveton, and Luke Jackson" Josh said.

"Welcome in" The guy said and opened the door. When I saw what there was, I felt my heart drop.

Alcohol.

My dad has told me he's never drank alcohol. Never has Mom. He and Mom have only drank Champagne when it's a special occasion.

But like that's a little bit. This stuff is a lot more.

"Ah, come on, Luke. Don't tell us you're not a drinker" Pete said. He grabbed a beer bottle and drank from it, gulping it down.

I tried not to gulp myself.

I shouldn't have come here.

"Um..." I didn't know what to say. "I'm just going to find the bathroom. I'll be right back."