Because I'm a Nerd.

Chapter 32- "With the red cups the alcohol and the loud music!"

And then we all fall into conversation debating over what body part of Brian's is the hottest. Definitely his abs if anyone's curious.

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"Please can we get those red cups with the white rims?" I beg Hazel as she scans the aisles for disposable cups she can buy for the party.

"Why so, cheeseball?" she asks me amusedly, as if the answer wasn't obvious enough.

"Because it's my first proper high school party! And I want it to be exactly like they are always portrayed in movies you know! With the red cups, the Jell-O shots off of hot, chiseled chests, the loud music, the alcohol and with the teenagers hooking up and what not!" I answer in a 'Duh' tone because, really, my sister is being very dumb at the moment.

"Eww! Gross, gross, gross! Scar, do you really think two random teenagers hooking up in the house is something either of us will desire?" She questions me, a very disgusted expression on her face.

"Okay, yeah you're right that would be really very unsanitary!" I agree as a mental image of two people hooking up flashes right through my mind.

"Precisely my argument. I'll buy the red cups, but there's going to be no hooking up at this party. No one's getting their fix at our place!" She declares, a trace of finality in her tone.

"Well, two things: One, you can't really control if people are going to hook up or not. And two, you only say this because you hooked up enough at your getaway with Matt." I begin to tease, almost sure that my guess will be denied.

To my surprise and obviously intense disgust, Hazel doesn't deny the claim, instead, she blushes a deep shade of red before walking to the next aisle and starting to look for dip.

I scowl at my failed attempt to be a smart-ass and sigh as I push our trolley forward. In the process to embarrass my sister, I think I may have mentally scarred myself for life because those mental images of her and Matt doing you-know-what just refuse to leave my mind now.

After an hour or so more of filling up carts and carts with stuff Hazel thinks we will need for the party, we roll the cart to the checkout counter. Hazel texts Matt and Kyle and asks them to come pick us up.

As the lady at the till is scanning our purchases, I ask Hazel something that I've been wondering for the past hour, "Hazel, we haven't sent out any invites! I know your party is popular and all, but will people even show up?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Of course, they will! I asked Matt, Kyle and Jenny to send out invites, doofus. You really think I'd leave any stone unturned to make this the best party you've ever attended?" She answers, laughing.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my annoying sister?" I question her, a twinkle in my eye.

She merely chuckles as she hands the lady her credit card and Matt and Kyle walk in to help carry the shopping bags out.
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"Fill that inflatable pool with water from the garden hose, Evan!" Hazel instructs. The gang along with Matt, Jenny and Kyle are over to help set up stuff for the party and Hazel is dishing out orders to anyone who'll listen.

Not me though. I stopped listening to her two hours ago. It seems like Hazel has some added pressure of this being the best New Year's Eve party this year, because she's not fun-loving and easy-going anymore. In the last seven hours, she's transformed into Sergeant Hazel Patricia Woods, whose only aim in life is to bark orders at people and have them followed instantly.

Allie, Emmett, Ricky and Kyle are in the house, setting up the food and beverages. Technically, no one in the party is old enough to buy alcohol, but seeing as how it's New Year's, Roger, who owns the liquor store next to the Walmart down the street, makes an exception for Matt, Kyle, Seth, Jacob and a couple of other juniors. They all insist it's because Roger's this really cool, easy-going person who has no qualms about teens getting drunk once in a while.