Old Pals

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Being a virgin in Highschool... was fucking embarrassing. But since we're being crass about it, hearing about how awful everyone's "first time" was, gave me way more second-hand embarrassment. Thankfully, I'd never actually had the proper chance to pursue losing it, like I even wanted to. Besides, everyone's identity seemed to hinge on that overrated rite of passage anyway. Unfortunately for me, the Dennville student body fully expected the most well-known people to have to most fun. Florida isn't exactly in the limelight of social life. Besides the people I went to school with, there were freak stories about the residents here; so I was surrounded by people who were medically insane. And at that rate, the only way to catch a break was to literally not be on land. The weather here was by far the best. I loved the heat. The only plus side about living in Florida was being able to surf. But those were far off from the plans I had tonight. 

Although I intended on staying home, Emily Evans was having another one of her exclusive parties. It was something she did a lot. Her parents were always out of town for business, so that was her indefinite ticket to host the event of every weekend. I actually began to think that my guessing of her fruition to popularity because of her candor event-planning wasn't too far off.

 Apart from the fact that I was completely dreading it, I knew tonight's party was inevitably going to consume my plans. I'd been there a hundred times even before Emily started throwing parties, yet somehow, that space was completely changed when it was filled with blacked-out, one-way ticket to barf town lunatics. The experience was grotesque if I could even put it that way. Emily's house was so huge it could've been mistaken for a hotel; three stories with the second floor always flooded with bodies and changing lights. To say the least, Emily was known to be a generous host. People would stumble into her pool and dance the night away; some just pretended to be drunk, oftentimes, whatever it took to be seen. The struggle for popularity was pathetic, then again, I didn't have to try. 

The parties were starting to become so redundant that I actually hadn't expected it to be as fun as my best friend Annalise was making it out to be this morning. She was practically begging me to go, and there was no way I was getting out of this one. I didn't really understand why I needed to make an appearance, considering I had made the roll call every other weekend. The thing is, even if I did decide to stay home, Annalise would've dragged my ass out of my house ready or not. 

So there I was, adding the finishing touches to my face in my monochrome vanity and doing one last outfit check in the mirror before slipping away for the evening. A black corset top and black high-waisted mom jeans would do the trick, and some Adidas to tone it down. 

Rule of thumb for attending parties you don't even want to go to: bring your own car so you can make a run for it when your social battery is dead. I parked my car in Emily's driveway because it was basically my spot at this point.

I came in through the front door and I was immediately bombarded with sensory overload. As always, Annalise was leading the games. That night, she orchestrated for all of us to play a juvenile game in Emily's "lobby" (her living room is huge). I scoffed at everyone who got paired up. There was no way in hell anyone was going to make me play even if-

  "Sylvia! Perfect timing" Annalise winked at me. "Looks like it's you and Elliot sweetie." She added a joking swivel to her hips as she commanded gravity to force our bodies towards each other.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes in Elliot's direction. I knew I wasn't getting out of this one either.

Elliot and I were pushed to the center of the living room. Apparently watching two angsty teenagers getting paired up was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Off you go," said Annalise as she shoved us towards the wardrobe with hundreds of eyes gazing. 

 As much as I loved Annalise, I couldn't help but respond to her smirk with a look of playful disgust. She was a hell of a host but she was drunk out of her mind. Annalise was the only one that knew, and it sure as hell was going to stay that way. I'd met her during Freshman orientation. I was roaming the halls trying to find my next station suffering from an awful case of being directionally challenged. She pretty much saved me from embarrassing myself from that day forward. Since then, she's been my right hand and a dull pain in my ass.

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