"Claire!" My friend calls from across the room.
"Yeah?" I asked casually, not wanting to get out of bed.
"I have to go to Grace's house. She just called me begging to come over. Is it okay if Brandon takes you to the party instead?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
I shoved my head into my pillow as I heard the door finally slam shut. She must be gone. I rolled out of bed and walked into my bathroom to take a shower. I stayed in longer than I should, not being that excited to go hang out with a bunch of drunk teenagers all night. I let the hot water cascade done my body as I washed my hair.
I didn't even want to go to the party. Neither did Brandon. He's only going because the rest of the lacrosse team is going. & I'm being a good girlfriend by joining him. & joining my best friend Becca. Which was the girl that just left.
I step out of the shower and wrap one of my fuzzy white towels around myself. I pull out my blow dryer and I start to blow dry my long brown hair. I turn on my straightener and start to apply my makeup.
I look through my clothes to wear to the party which in my defense, isn't much. The shortest dress I own goes down to my knees. Maybe. I've never seen the point in wearing tight short clothing. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but Brandon and I aren't interested in anything like that.
I slip into my blue dress and put on a jacket. I pull on some leggings and then a pair of ankle boots. I walk over to my mirror and by the time I think I look decent I see the Brandon has pulled into my driveway. I grab my purse off my bag and hear the doorbell ring.
I opened the door to see my boyfriend of three years standing there.
"Hi Claire." He smiles at me. "You look beautiful."
He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"We should get going." He said and grabbed my hand. I nodded in agreement as he led me to his car. He opened the door for me. What a gentleman. He went over to the drivers side and started the car.
As we're driving to the party I can't help but stare at the guy that I've been with for the past three years. We were best friends growing up and then we decided to date freshman year of high school. We're now about to be seniors. I'm honestly so lucky to have him. He is such a nice sweet guy. He's always been there for my mom and I. My dad left when I was really young and I have no idea where he is. Which left Brandon being the man of the house.
"We're here." Brandon says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
We step out of the car and walk up to the large home. He rings the doorbell. He literally rang the doorbell to a party.
I walk past him and just open the door. He spots friends from his team we walk over to them.
"Brandon hey man how you've been?" His friend Adam says pulling him into a quick hug.
They continue to talk on about the upcoming season and I start to blank out, not really interested in the sport.
"Claire!" I hear from across the room. I quickly realize it's my best friend Becca. She runs over to me and engulfs me in a tight hug. "I'm here to rescue you."
I laugh at her remark to get me away from all this sport talk that I don't understand. We walk over to our group of friends that are standing by the refreshments. Which I won't drink considering it's different types of alcohol lined up, some I've never even heard of.
Becca on the other hand will drink anything. She doesn't even read the label as long and she knows there's some form of alcohol in it. She pours herself a vodka soda and starts to drink away. Grace quickly joins her.
