I wake up to the sun beaming on my face. My hands rise to my face to block out the sun. Turning my head to my bedside I read the time on the clock, 6:15. I need to get ready for school.
15 minutes later...
I hop out the bathroom with my toothbrush in my mouth and slide on my underwear and my bottoms. I finish brushing my teeth and wipe my face with the nearest dirty shirt. I slid on my Howard sweatshirt and slim down my biker shorts. I sling my backpack over to my furry chair and put on my white shoes. I start to pack all my supplies in my backpack and throw my hair in a ponytail, comb out my bangs and head downstairs. I enter the kitchen to see grandfather making coffee and muffins.
"Good morning grandpa." I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him on the cheek, I go on to say, "What's on the agenda today?"
"Good morning to you too Quinneth, I was going out to the record store to look for some records and I have a da..." The last part comes out a bit muffled.
"Wait, I turn around with a muffin and coffee in hand, "what did you say I didn't pick it up."
"Oh, I said that I have a date with Irene from The Tribune." He says in a shush tone, but I'm able to pick it up. I don't know why he was nervous to tell me. Grandma died over 8 years ago I wanted him to get out there and find someone instead of sitting in the house and watching reruns of Sandford and Sons.
I sit down my coffee, muffin and backpack and walk over to Grandfather. I put my hands on his face and lift it up to look at me. I look into his eyes and say, "Grandpa, grandma died years ago, its ok to go out and date it is actually quite normal." I stare into his eyes so he'll know I'm serious. He nods his head at me, I nod my head in an agreement and grab my stuff tell him goodbye and head to school.
My school is like every teenage coming of age school. You've got the cocky football players who date the stuck-up cheerleaders. The smart kids associate with each other, same as the goths and foreigners. Me and Lyra are the exception I suppose. But that's Batcaver's Highschool home of the Bats. Ronald L. Batcaver's was the mayor of St. Helena, but he died from a heart attack. Every year we say a prayer on his statue in front of the school.
From what I heard he was a very good and nice guy. I pull up to the school, park my car, grab my bag and head on in. Walking over to my locker there's a flyer stamped onto it. It said, 'The Blondes Bash: be there or be square'. The Blondes are Sara and Tara they always throw the coolest parties, from what I hear anyway. I crumble up the flyer and throw it in my bag. I open my locker and start taking out my books for my first three periods. As I do that, I feel a presence behind me, Cologne dances up my nose, it must be Jack. I throw my bag in my locker to not be greeted by Jack, but Myers.
He's still wearing that red jacket, but now has on a Batcaver's football shirt and dark denim jeans. Those emerald eyes seem to draw me in, God you could accidently drive off the road by looking at them
"What's up Worthingshire? Did you hear about The Blondes party tonight."? He says as he pops his gum.
"Yeah, you going?" I spoke.
"No, I was maybe going to watch some T.V." I said as I adjust my books in my arms. Parties are not really my thing, the dancing makes me uncomfortable, and the alcohol is way too strong.
"Oh, come on we have to go. Afterwards we could go to burg-oh-wow and chill." He said pressing his hands together in a plea hoping I'd say yes. He is pretty cute and I love burgers.
"I'm down see you there." He gives me a smile and walks on down the hall. Ok, maybe I've liked parties all this time but needed someone to show me it. Maybe a cute guy with a love for burgers.
Lunch Time...
I walk into the cafeteria to see it's pouring with students. All the cheerleaders sitting with the jocks, nerds as they call the smart kids are usually in the library. I walk over to the lunch line to see what's to eat. The menu has a list of things such as: Burrito Barrio, Mac and Cheese, Salad and lastly Pizza. I pick up the Burrito Barrio, a water and an apple. I go up to the counter to pay. Rita, my favorite lunch lady, Is at the register.
"Hey Quinneth honey how's your day going so far?" She speaks. I don't know how she could be happy here, most of the lunch ladies are all mean looking.
"It's going. "I say to her with a chuckle. She sees what I have on my tray and charges me $4.75. I reach in my pocket and take out a $5.00 bill and tell her to keep the change.
"Oh, good enjoy your lunch and have a good day!" She says with still a smile on her face. I wave her off and look around for Lyra who is sitting by the window tables. I start to walk over to her and sit down immediately.
"Hey, what's happening?" I ask her as I open up my water to drink it.
"It's so boring Mr. Elroy gave me a C on my homework just because I turned it in late." She rests her head on her hands.
"Well, that's what happens when you turn in work late." I tell her as I laugh and take a bite out of my Burrito Barrio.
"No, I disagree these teachers have no respect for student don't they realize that we have lives too I can't be doing homework every night I have to work!" She says as she waves her finger in the air like she's a politician.
"Whatever you say Lyra, so I guess I'm going to The Blonde party tonight." I tell her in a surprising tone and her eyes bulge wide open in excitement.
"Yayyy omg we are going to look so hot tonight maybe you could land a man for once."
"Oh, Lyra you are the only person I need." I say in a sweet tone.
"Awe how sweet Harley Quinn." She curls up her lips.
"So, what are you going to wear to the party something short or mid-long?" I ask her in a curious voice. She always wears something short and outrageous. She mostly wears it for Jack, saying he acts crazy when he sees her.
"Mhm, I guess my little purple dress or my little red dress with the strap. Well, what about you prude going to wear a church dress?" She says in a smug way.
"Ha, Ha I was going to wear my butterfly dress with the white shear over coat with the fur on the ends." I tell her in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You know what I couldn't even come up with an insult, that it is really a cute outfit. It actually makes your butt pop you are going to get SOOO many guys." She drinks her chocolate milk and bites her pizza.
"That would be the first thing that comes out of your mouth."
"You know you were thinking it too." She says as she points her finger at me.
I belch out a laugh and rise up a little out of my seat and throw my food away then sit back down. The bell rings and everyone spreads out the cafeteria. Me and Lyra say our goodbyes and depart ways.
The rest of my day was rather OK did a couple of group projects and some notes. I head on out the building and start walking towards the parking lot. I get to my car and feel someone looking at me. I look over my shoulder to see that wolf again I saw from the other night when Lyra was over. Jet-Black fur and those damning green piercing eyes. It moves his head from side to side like it's trying to tell me something, again. God, is it following me or what? The wolf turns around and runs back into the woods. I shake off the stare down and get in my car to head to work.
"Hey Ida I'm ready to work." I semi yell out to her as I go behind the register.
"Hi Quinneth honey, she says as she walks over in front of the counter, I need you go around the store and make sure that everything has a price on it and lastly just uh dust and sweep." She says to me as she looks around the store making sure she got everything.
"Sure, thing Ida." I say to her as I salute to her and start to get to work. The rest of the day was very vague a few customers came in, but that's it. I check my watch to see work is over. I say goodbye to her and head on home. I park my car and head inside to get ready for the party.
30 minutes later...
I walk out the bathroom and look in the mirror to look at my outfit. I turn around and look at my backside, Lyra was right my butt does look good. I spray some more hairspray in my hair, pop on some lip gloss grab my bag and head downstairs. As I descend down the staircase, I see Grandpa in the mirror trying to figure out his tie.
"Grandpa you need some help with that?"
"Uh... Yeah honey could you help Margrethe would always do this stuff for me." He says as he fidgets with his tie. I grab it from his hands and do it for him. I used to work for a catering business before I worked for Ida, we always had to wear ties so it was something I had to pick up on.
"Almost done...and there you go you look handsome as ever. Grandma would agree also." I tell him as I slim down his shirt and give him an overlook.
"Thank you Quinn I appreciate this, and where are you going looking like fine wine." He observes my outfit.
"Oh, this ole thing." I slim down my dress and flaunt a little. "Me, Lyra and Jack are going over to a party tonight I won't be out late."
"The Blondes party. Well, have fun and don't do anything you don't want to do."
"I won't grandfa- wait hold on a minute how do you know about The Blondes party?" I ask in a questioning tone. Is my grandfather more hip than I am?
"I'm down with the kid's girl have fun at your party."
"And you have fun on your date." I yell back at him.
This party is going to be insane I can feel it. I can tell you what's going to happen, Lyra and Jack will go and make out somewhere. Then I will be left alone and some boy will try to fill me up.
Location: The Blondes Party
I was right this party is insane. I park my car, grab my bag and head on in. I take in my surroundings. There are loads of cars on the grass and old bottles of beer on the lawn. Oh, wow what a night this is going to be. I open the door and clouds of smoke and sweat blasted in my face. There was at least 200 people here and that's just in the front area of the house I can Imagine the rest. I start to walk around the house to see if I can find Lyra and Jack. I hold myself tight as I walk through the crowd of horny and wild teenagers.
People are bumping me from all angles as I try to walk through. The song Body my Meg the Stallion came on, how fitting. I get to what looks like a men's lounge room to see Lyra and Jack making out against the wall, God in this moment I hate being single. I speed walk over to them so fast I almost got whiplash in my neck. I tap Lyra on the shoulder to see her turn around and look at me in confusion, she must be drunk.
"Heyyyy Quinn baby slamming party huh." She yells in a slurred voice, yep, she is definitely drunk. I check my watch to see that the party started only an hour ago how is she already drunk. I glance over at Jack to see him with his hands rested firmly on Lyra's butt and his head laying on her shoulder, he looks like he is going to pass out.
"Yeah, The Blondes really know how to throw a party!" I yell to her as I look around the room at all the people. Beer bottles on the floor and kids practically having sex on the couch, ewe. Am I in an episode of Euphoria?
"I know right I feel so alive right now!" She says in excitement.
''Right... Uh so what exactly am I supposed to do." I said as I hold my bag tight to me.
"Go get something to drink and loosen up. It's a party not a prison, talk to some guys I don't know!" She tells me. Jack pulls Lyra back to him as they start to make out again. She rubs her hands up and down his chest as he rubs his hands on her lower backside and butt. I guess that Is my cue to go. I search around for the kitchen, Jesus this house Is huge. I see a girl from my Chemistry class, Khadijah, I walk over to her.
"Hey Dij do you know where the kitchen is?" I ask, leaning in close to her so she'll hear me over the loud music.
"Uh... Yeah just walk straight and take a left!" She yells to me as she takes a long guzzle of beer. I don't know how they can drink that it tastes disgusting. I follow her directions and ended up in the kitchen. I look around to find something to drink, but all around is just liquor. I turn around and open up the cabinets until I found a cup. I fill it up with water and guzzle it down and wipe my chin after. I don't even why I came to this I hate crowds it makes me uncomfortable. Oh, I remember it was because of Myers. Where is he anyways?
"Hey Quinn." I look over to the person talking to me. Oh my gosh it's Myer's, how quick was that huh.
"Hi. Enjoying the party?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it's great now that your here." He said inching little closer to me. I lean my back more into the counter, not wanting to fall over or anything.
"Oh, please there's plenty of pretty girls here." I responded back to him drinking my water.
"Not as pretty as you." He said while showing me his dazzling smile. I blush profusely and shrug him off. I bet he's like this with all the girls.
In the distance, I'm assuming one of his friends, yelled at him to come on over to them. He looked at me then back at them, reluctant on who to pick.
"You can go I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes." He pats my hand that's resting on the counter and leaves me with my red cup and the couple making out next to me. There really going, tongues battling with each other and hands roam over each other's bodies.
I stand there and sip my water and feel eyes on me from across the room. I look to my left to see a guy staring at me. His eyes are stone black, hair as black as coal. He is about 6'2 wearing a black shirt and pants. I'm just going to take a guess here and say his favorite color is black. He keeps his eyes captivated on me and doesn't let go.
I feel something about him, it makes me feel fear but comfort. It looks like he is undressing me with his eyes as I hold my stare to him. I want to know him without talking to him, I want to feel him without touching him. He lets go of his stare with me and walks away. I shake my head and reflect on what just happened. This day just gets weirder by the minute. First it was a wolf staring me down now his guy.
I'm just going to go home and watching re-runs of Living single with grandpa, hopefully he's home from his date. I sit the cup down and start to head towards the door.
Before I could get halfway across the room Myers walks back over to me.
"Hey where are you going?" He asked curiousness in his eyes.
"Just... going to get some fresh air." I tell him. I didn't want to say I was actually going to go home I don't want to seem lame.
"No no we have to go dance come on." He locks his hands with mine and brings me the dance floor.
I look around at everyone else most of them are touching all over each other and making out, hope we weren't going to be doing that. He pulls me close to him; I feel his minty breath wash over my face. I look up to him to see him staring directly at me the passion in his eyes is scary.
His hands wrap around my waist to move my hips from side to side. Involuntarily I rest my hands on his shoulders and move to the beat with him.
"You look so beautiful tonight." He says whispering in my ear. I shiver at his lips glided against my ear; no man has ever been his close to me in an intimate way.
"Thank you." I say looking up at him.
I feel his hands grip onto my waist, my breath tightens at his gesture. His head dips into my neck his cool breath breathes on my it, I again shiver.
We sway around to now being faced towards the staircase. Looking into the distance I see that mysterious guy that was staring at me before in the kitchen. He looks down to see Myers hands squeezing on my waist and his head in between the nape of my neck. His face feels with disgust and anger, does he wish this was him?
Something inside made me feel that what I was doing was wrong. That I shouldn't be with Myers but with him. His hands should be on my waist and his beautiful lips should be kissing on my neck. I see his fist ball up and a vein from his neck becomes prominent. His foot takes a step towards me until he stops himself from moving further, he turns around and heads in a different direction. The song finishes up and we instantly pull away from each other.
"Want to head on over to burg-oh-wow?" I asked him readjusting my dress and sheer sweater.
"Yeah, let me say goodbye to the boys and I'll meet you at the car." I give him a nod and head on over to the door.
As my hand rests on the door handle a tan hand puts his hand on mine. I turn around to figure out the owner of this hand and it's no other than Will Albright. You have got to be kidding me. I move my hand away from his as he stands there with a smirk on his face.
"Can you please let me leave Will?" I ask in the nicest voice.
"Nah, he says as he looks me up and down, the night just started why don't you come join me on the dance floor?" He says in his smirk voice. Right off the bat I can tell he's drunk. Will is the most arrogant and annoying guy at Batcavers High. He dates anything with boobs and a vagina, gets in their pants and leaves them. Some of the girls end up going back to him like how dumb are you.
I lean in closer to him as he also leans with me. "Not in a million years Bozo." I tell him real slow so he can get the point. I start to open the door again, but he traps me in between the wall with his arms. He leans in real close so I can smell the beer on his breath mixed with his cheap cologne. I lean my head over so I don't have to smell him. My heart starts beating out of my chest in fear. Where's Myers when I need him?
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