Unpredictable

"Allison, please come tonight. It will be fun I promise." Sarah said putting down her homework.

"I need to catch up on my studies Sarah, maybe next time."

"No, Al you're coming tonight. This is the biggest party of the year. You have to go."

"I don't have to. Please just let it go." I beg.

"Please Allison. Just this one."

"Fine. I'm picking out my outfit." She cheers, and I shake my head and go to my closet.

I keep it simple. I pick out a maroon dress my dad bought me my 10th grade year. I get out of my yoga pants, and oversized sweatshirt, and pull the dress over my head. I'm not a heel type person, so I just slip on my black vans.

Sarah comes out of the bathroom in a galaxy print dress, and her hair is perfectly curled, and hanging to her waist. Here I am, fat, ugly, brown hair,with blonde highlights, and blue eyes. And she's over there, brown hair, purple tips, and skinny, and beautiful. She's always been prettier than me.

Always.

"Well, let's go."

"Yeah," As soon as we turn on the road where the party is, you can already hear the thumping music, and see strobe lights. And I instantly regret coming.

"Ready?" Sarah ask. I gulp down the nervousness inside my throat, and nod. I'm not ready.

She grabs my hand, and drags me inside. She instantly runs into the crowd, and leaves me alone with everybody's eyes staring at me.

My cheeks heat up, and I casually walk into the room where everybody is at dancing. I see a empty spot on a lounge seat, and quickly walk over, and slide in between the couples that are way to close to each other.

2 hours on the same lounge chair, I'm bored, and the guy next to me reeks of alcohol and weed.

I stand up, and find my way out of the large house. I end up in the backyard. I knew I shouldn't have came. Sarah left me, and probably left me all together.

I see people sitting on a swing smoking a cigarettes, so I walk over and ask for one. That's one thing people don't know about me. I'm a smoker. It's better than self harming myself.

"Um, excuse me. May I have one please?" I ask and point to the cigarette hanging from the blue eyed boys mouth.

"You smoke?" the same boy whom I asked.

"Yeah.." he nods, and hands me a cigarette, and passes me a lighter. I put the long stick in between my lips, and set it on fire. I hand the mysterious boy back his lighter and inhale.

I blow out, and I feel slightly less stressed.

"You have a name babe?" A guy with black hair ask.

"Uh, Allison. But you can call me Ally."

"I would love to call you but, I don't have your number." The same boy smirks. I shake my head and walk away.

I lean up against the side of the house, with one of my feet against the wall, and continue slowly inhaling, and exhaling.

I close my eyes, and listen to the beat of the music, until I'm startled by someone putting their hand by my head, and their other one on my hip.

"I'm Ashton. Your name?"