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After my shift at the grocery store, I’m shot. Stocking grandma diapers was the most time sucking crap ever. I plop onto a nearby cafe bench and hang my head backwards. After using up the whole day at the grocery store, I’m still kinda thinking about the fight with Clover this morning. The sun was making its way down but I didn’t want to go home quite yet. I pull up Instagram to see that Emmette is hosting a party tonight. Woo, the only place I can find peace is at “the guy with the boyfriend problems’” house. Can’t wait. I figure that I’ll invite Alex too since I don’t intend to go unarmed.

Alex picked me up and we went to her house to get ready, where I borrowed one of her dresses. A short lengthed shiny black dress with a v-neck and shoulderless long sleeves. Gotta be the sluttiest thing I’ve ever worn, but hey, I looked good. We did each other’s hair and she curled mine, then I straightened hers. I picked her dress, a pink pleated skirt with a slender, tucked turtle neck lacking sleeves or shoulders. Hell, she was so beautiful. While I did thick eyeliner, she turned to a natural look with a little dark eye shadow.

“Oh we are total babes,” Alex comments as we pose in her full length mirror. “Badasses.” I add. She giggles and we snap a picture together before saying bye to her dad, who has always been concerningly lenient with what we do. But hey, I’m not complaining. We slide into her white Honda and speed off towards Emmette’s house. “Alex, you do remember Emmette, right?” I warn, as we get closer and closer to our destination. “Uh, duh. Babe, that's obvious.” I sigh, “So, we have to make a good impression, better.” I say, I need to show him up. “Yeah and?” Alex replies. “This is me saying, don’t let me get drunk.” She nods and mutters something Mandarin under her breath. “Tilly, you shouldn’t have to refrain from having fun just because he’s there. Plus-” she reaches in her bag and hands me a chapstick. “I came prepared.”

“Uhm, what the hell is this supposed to mean?” I look at the stick in my fingers and offer another concern, “Are you saying that I should hook up with him?” Alex sighs, “God no, babe, I’m saying that you should make out with someone else. Jesus, E.” I laugh and smear the chapstick carefully over my lip stain before stuffing it back in her purse. “You scare me sometimes, Lexi.”

We pull up to his house beside the many other cars there. This boy’s parents are filthy rich. And two years ago he kissed the poorest girl in his school. “You sure you wanna do this, Tilly?” Alex grabs my hand to squeeze it and I squeeze back. “It’s a little late to turn back now isn’t it?” She looks at me. “Kinda.” Her smile is enough to let me put one heel in front of the other as we enter the party. The music is drowning me in adrenaline and we walk around to find the drinks. She grabs two plastic cups and fills them with some ol’ alcoholic punch to hand me one then chugs hers. I take a few gulps and already feel woozy, I never go to many parties. Alex always invites me to go with her but I’d rather stay in my room than get wasted with a bunch of losers alike. As much as I dread seeing him, I wanna see Emmette. I wonder what happened to Ian.

“Holy shit, Elizabeth?” This kid, Oliver walks up to me and Alex, he already looks buzzed despite the party only having been an hour so far. “Woah, man. I can’t believe Emmette let you in here.” I scoff as I glare at him. “Yeah-” he looks Alex up and down then stares behind me, “no. No. If he found me he wouldn’t be able to get rid of me anyway.” I raise an eyebrow, “Whatever, man.” I say. “Do you know where Emmette is?” I ask and Oliver finally maintains eye contact with me. “What? Oh yeah, sure-” he slurs his words, it’s almost unintelligible underneath the rager music, “sure. He’s yeah, he’s in the backyard by the trampoline.” I nod toward the back door and Alex follows me.

The backyard is a little quieter music-wise, but there’s still a bunch of people crowding around and yelling their asses off. I do, however, spot Emmette by the trampoline. “Alex, I think I wanna talk to him on my own. You can go have some fun.” She grabs my shoulders and stares me in the eyes, “Babe, don’t screw this up.” She tugs me a bit closer, “chug the rest of that punch, you’ll need it.” She walks off and joins a group of people dancing. I almost laugh to myself at her carelessness but remind myself that I have issues to face right now.

Emmette is surrounded by a few people so I weave my way through them and they excuse themselves from the original conversation. I guess when richboy dates someone, everyone knows what happened. Woo, drama.

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