Opposite worlds »punk h.s

Chapter 1

 

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Why am I here?, I ask myself for the tenth time tonight. 

This is definitely the last place anyone would expect to find me at: a party. 

My steps are sluggish as I enter the kitchen. Ignoring the couple that was kissing wildly, I head for the refrigerator. I take out a jar with ice water and pour some in my glass. 

"Could you pass me a beer?"  

"Um, of course." I answer the voice behind me, embarrassed. I open the refrigerator again and pull out a beer. 

"Do you want some?" He asks me with a slight smile. 

I look at him, confused. Is he talking to me? I push my glasses up and shake my head. 

"No, thanks." 

I make my way back to the party. The couches are all fully occupied, except one, where two girls are seated, chatting animatedly. I slip between people to get to the couch and sit next to them. 

Both girls stop their conversation and turn towards me. 

"Who invited you?" One of them asks me with disgust. Both girls get up from the couch. 

Okay, more space for me. 

I keep staring at those girls, who are talking with some guys. Both are tall and thin, with tight dresses that show off almost every single inch of their body. I look down at myself. Jeans, not tight on my legs at all, and some old converse. A bun sits on top of my head. 

I laugh; I'm far from being anything like those girls. They are the stereotypical females that everyone wants to be like, while I'm the nerd who nobody wants to talk to; the invisible girl. 

My eyes wander around the room. Drunken teenagers, people smoking, girls dancing really close to guys, almost having sex or something, and lots of people kissing. This is so boring. 

Why do they think parties are so fun? 

My idea of fun is to stay in my house with a cup of coffee and a book, or watch a movie or study or maybe even see Cassie. UGH. Cassie. If you wonder what a nerd like me is doing at this party, with so many people that have never even noticed me, she's the reason I am here. 

Cassie, my best friend, has changed this year. I will not say that she was like me because I am unconcerned with my appearance. I am a studious, reserved and responsible girl who is always at home. We shared a lot things in common. Like reading or watch movies on winter afternoons. 

Cassie used to be a quiet girl, like me, but this month, she decided to rebel against her parents. She is going out more, buying close-fitted clothes, and she even drinks alcohol. Ugh, alcohol. I remember those times when we used to talk how disgusting alcohol was and how people could even drink it. 

One word. Ironic. 

I spot Cassie; she is talking to some girls outside in the courtyard. For a moment, it is difficult to recognize her. She wears a tight dress and high heels. 

Why I am not there, trying to socialize, you ask? I'm no good at making new friends. 

I don’t belong here; so why am I here? Just to “accompany” my friend because she promised she would buy some books for me if I came. So everyone is a winner. Sort of.