"I wasn't having a panic attack."
"Anyways, jokes aside. I called a couple of guys from school and they agreed to come over," Ethan said.
"What?" I nearly shouted.
"I called everyone I know to tell them to come over," he said.
"Why?" I asked angrily.
"So we can have a little bit of fun! Duh!"
"No way! This is not happening! Never ever in a million years will I let you have a party in my house!"
"C'mon!"
"Nuh-uh! So you can call your friends and tell them to not come 'coz there is no way on Earth I am going to have a party right here, right now! I'd rather chew my arm off because there. Will. Be. No. Party!"
***ONE HOUR LATER***
"Awesome party!" some random guy said to me as he swung his arm around my shoulders.
"Whatever," I said as I pushed him away. Ethan had gone to his house and changed into a pair of jeans with a blue t shirt. I wore normal blue jeans with a black top. I wasn't even in the mood for partying. Besides, my parties always consisted of slow dancing, fancy meals, pretty dresses and of course, awesome male models.
"Hey! Put that down!" I told some boy who was chucking around one of my mum's vases. I looked around my living room. The white leather couches were occupied with teenagers making out, and in the centre of the room, there were couples grinding against each other. I scoffed out of annoyance and walked around, making sure nobody was breaking anything. Just as I walked into the kitchen, I saw two familiar faces. I smiled and ran up to them. I gave Lizzie a huge hug before moving onto to Zaiden. After I hugged Zaiden, we both blushed a bit.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," Lizzie replied, and Zaiden smiled.
"So how are-"
"Don't touch that!" I yelled, and interrupted Zaiden from saying whatever he wanted to say.
"Having fun?" Lizzie asked.
"You bet," I sighed.
"Where's Ethan?" Zaiden asked.
"I don't know. I need to find him. I'll catch up with you guys later," I said as I walked through the crowd.
I made it into the kitchen alive and nearly puked my guts out when I saw Ethan making out with some random chick. I rolled my eyes and walked up to him. I pulled the girl's short blonde hair and it came off. I looked at the girl and she turned around. Oh my goodness! It was a guy.
"My hair!" the boy screamed. I looked at Ethan and his face was priceless.
"Right, sorry," I apologized, and handed back his wig. He stomped his right foot on the ground then walked away.
"Please, tell me I just made out with a bald chick," Ethan said, terrified.
"You just made out with a bald chick."
"Oh, thank god."
"Who just so happened to be a man," I said
Ethan's face went wide and he rushed to the bathroom. I waited for about 10 minutes before he came out. His hair was wet and I could tell her had been puking.
"Well, I hope you've learned your lesson," I said.
"Yeah, always tug on a girl's hair to make sure it's a girl before kissing them, and make sure their boobs are real," he said.
World War III - Chapter 11
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