Letters from J

Chapter 9

Jenna and Abby both squealed and Jenna surprised me by hugging me. "Awesome! I was really hoping you'd say yes. I'll see you both tonight then." After that, she run towards her friends who were waiting for her at the end of the hallway.

"Thank you, Meg!" Abby grinned at me. "I promise we'll have a really good time."

"Sure. And since my mom borrowed my car, I'll have to ride with you. But we have to go home as soon as I find the party suffocating.  Popular people always suffocate me." Abby gasped so I quickly added, "Besides you!"

"But Blake's gonna be with me and I'm thinking of riding with him." She bit her lower lip translated into Forgive me, I can't give you a ride.

As soon as she said it I quickly raised my hand to Jenna's direction and is about to cancel my attendance on her party. "Jenna I changed my-"

"Megan!" Abby quickly covered my mouth and pleaded me with her eyes. "Please don't cancel. I promise I'll have someone take you home anytime you want."

I snorted. "Yeah, right. As if there's someone in a party full of food and alcohol and whatever stuff that would want to go home with a dork like me in the middle of it all."

"Of course there'd be someone. I promise that you'll have someone at the party who will take you home at your very first word." She did the scout sign to show that she's serious.

"You're unbelievable." I shook my head.

"Megan!" Abby gripped my arm tightly. "Come on! I really do want to hang out with you on this party, and I swear I will. Besides, Jenna really likes you so you should go. But I also kinda need to spend some time with Blake. So please, please, please?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes at her. "You, Abby Davis, is the most loved worst best friend ever!"

She once again gave another ear-piercing squeal while I'm just about to regret having agreed.

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"I don't know anyone in here." I said for the third time ever since we arrived at Jenna's party. I mean, I know these people's faces but I don't really know them.

"Don't be silly!" Abby nudged me, almost making me spill my orange juice. "You know me and Blake."