Scarred

Chapter 18: Is it irony?

Those parties you see portrayed in the television program's such as 90210, with the hot boys impressing the angelic girls. Then as the story progresses you see the same angelic girl called a slut two episodes later.

This was exactly what was already going down in my house. The amount of boys that were chatting up the some what sweet girls, making them drink and not stop until they agree to sleep with them.

In a way I felt sorry for how desperate boys were for some action, even if it was because someone had a certain too many drinks.

I was sitting on the stairs watching all this take place just from downstairs alone. Our house was already packed but not so packed that I was shoved off the stairs.

I wore a fitted leather dark red and black dress. It's nothing special, not having a sentimental value. It was one of those dresses you saw in a high street shop and were in awe at how good the sale price was. Even though it was tight, it allowed good movement with legs, so I would still be able to move if I was in leggings. The padding inside made it very comfortable. I added a gold ear cuff on my right ear, it was my foolish way of directing people away from my scar.

When Autumn came bustling through the door with Peb and Leah. I immediately jumped up, giving Autumn a huge hug from saving me from the boredom of watching people hook up.

"My head hurts so much," Autumn moaned, the blaring music wasn't helping that much either."I'm going to lye down in your bed for a bit," she told me. Unwrapping herself from our hug, she left the three of us to take refuge in my bed.

Peb's arm was flung around Leah's neck, she didn't look at all comfortable. She shuffled away from him,"I'm going to get myself a drink," she stated. Moving away from Peb and I at once.

Peb was planning to follow her, so I placed my hands on his chest, "leave her for at least 10 minutes," I pleaded for him. I think Leah was getting really tired with his clingy nature to her. Why won't that idiot just tell him the truth and stop messing with his head.

"Party looks good," Peb started the conversation.

"I guess," Peb held onto my arm pulling me with him as we entered onto the part of the house where quite a few people were dancing. Peb and I began to dance together our arms in the air looking like utter twats but no one cared. It was a party, you are supposed to let yourself loose.

It was at the moment I caught sight of the smooth skin, his dark brown hair. The quick sight of his hazel eyes made it clear who he was.

Mark. But why was he here? I didn't invite him, unless Logan did. I signalled to Peb to give me one minute. I left my place on the dance floor and found myself standing right in front of Mark.

"You're here, I didn't think you would come," I began. He chuckled.

"Well I did, although I didn't get the message from a certain someone," I squinted my eyes analysing every aspect of his facial features.

"How come your here then?" I asked.

"I invited him," a high pitch voice spoke to me. A girl placed herself next to Mark, she had light brown hair with hazel eyes just like Mark. She wasn't the tallest though maybe around five foot three inches. "I'm Abby," she put out her hand. I shook it out of politeness.

"Sienna can I talk to you-."

"So how do you know Mark?" I interrupted him.

"Well we met like a year ago and now we're dating," she proudly said. Dating? Mark has a girlfriend?I scowled at him.

"May I ask how long you've been dating?" She titled her head.

"Must be coming up to five months right Mark?" She asked him. Five fricking months he's been dating a girl and I've been his little side thing. Mark still hadn't replied to her, so she nudged him slightly.