Being With A Jock

Chapter 3

Friday night and it's the night of the party.

 Am I ready for my first high school party? Maybe not. I feel anxious, butterflies in my stomach cluttering around and it's not the good kind. I've never been to a high school party so I have no idea what to expect. What if someone puts a date rape drug in my drink? What if I get molested? Or worse, killed.

 Stop it, Thomas. Don't think negative. Don't over cogitate things too much. I'll get paranoid and I'll never have a good time. Don't over exaggerate.

 I should worry about what I'm wearing; a dark violet plaid shirt with dark blue jeans. Is that fashionable? Would anyone like what I wear? What if they hate it?

 There I go again, over thinking too much. I got to stop that.

 Walking back and fourth in my room isn't much help.

 Just calm down, Thomas. Breath in and out. That should help with my stressful mind. Hopefully.

 My phone vibrates, tickling me through-out my body. I slide it out my pocket and check the text message.

 When you're ready, hurry up outside. Now! XD

 It is from Tori. She's demanding. When we were little, she would demand me to give her my toys, If I didn't, she would force me. Her sweetness balances out her demandingness.

 Is demandingness even a word? No, but whatever. I'll use it anyways.

 I breathe in and out before heading outside to the front of the dorm.

 "There he is," Chance announces as my arrival finally appears, and he then patts my back.

 "You're late," Tori huffs, placing her hand on her hip.

 "Lets go," Chance says.

 Tori and I follow Chance to his car in the parking lot.

 A 300 Chrysler, sweet.

 We buckle up in our seat belts and Chance started driving to the party I sit in the passenger seat, Tori sits in the back.

 "Don't try anything, Chance," she says clearly.

 "What do you mean?" he asks as he's confused.

 "You know damn well what I mean," she states.

 "Did something happen between you two?" I ask, waiting for an answer from either one of them.

 "I said I'll tell you when it's time, Dammit!" she growls. "And you better not tell him, Chance."

 "I have no idea what you're talking about." He responds. I hear a hint of sarcasm in his voice. And his smile was sly.

 What happened? I'm curiously intrigued.

 She growls again.

 As we got to the house, I feel amazed as I gaze at it from the stone pathway we drive through.

 "Oh, my, lord. It's big," I say, feeling as if I'm at a loss of words.

 "Yeah, this is my best friends house. He hosts this party annually. Usually twice after four or five months from the first party," Chance explains.

 "Yeah, and they usually get boring each time. Christian ain't very original," Tori speaks, checking her nails.

 Something tells me she didn't want to come here because Chance was coming. Or maybe she doesn't like this Christian person who is Chance's best friend. I don't know.