“Ah, welcome to the real party, Samantha!” Caleb shouted from my bed. He was smiling like crazy. I wanted to laugh at his funny face, but contained it. Sam cringed upon seeing him.
“No one invited you here, Caleb.” She sneered. There it was. Her nasty attitude. It was honestly amazing how people haven’t caught on to her act yet.
But then, I remembered it was only when she was around me and my friends that we saw the horrific side of the mega bitch. Whenever she was with her friends, she turned into an angel automatically. No, no that wasn’t the right word. She became a goddess.
Caleb laughed and pounced off the bed. He snuck closer to her and placed his hands on her hips. Sam tensed up right away. Caleb licked his lips and leaned toward her ear. “Oh, but didn’t you invite me?” he whispered. Caleb loved teasing Sam, and that made me love him even more.
Sam elbowed him in the stomach. Caleb chuckled as he backed off. “In case you missed it Caleb, I have a boyfriend.” She glared at both of us, but we were too busy laughing to care.
Caleb waved Sam away and went back over to my bed.
“Can I help you with something?” I asked Sam.
“It sounds like you guys are having a threesome from downstairs,” she growled. She glanced over my shoulder and noticed my other friends in the room. “Well, in this case, maybe it was a foursome.” She snickered at her clever comeback. Hilarious.
Caleb laughed and put his arms around Quinn and Becca on the bed. “Want to join us, Sam?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure we can all fit.” He winked. Quinn and Becca giggled.
Sam scoffed with disgust after giving us an eye roll. “Just keep it down.” She gave us each one last glare before strutting down the hallway and down the stairs. If looks could kill, we would have all been dead by now.
“Does she know we’re actually coming to the party this time?” Becca said.
“Who cares?” I laughed and grabbed Becca’s and Quinn’s hands. “Let’s go have some fun!” I squealed, and we paraded through the door.
“This is gonna be epic!” Caleb shouted from behind us, throwing his hands up. The girls and I laughed at his comment and descended the white stairs.
That’s when the party hit me—the pungent smell of cheap liquor, weed, and sweat infiltrating my nose. In our living room was a guy I faintly knew. His name was Eric, and he was the DJ for the night. EDM blasted through the speakers that were placed strategically around the house so every corner boomed with the music. In the room with Eric was a swarm of kids dancing, rubbing their bodies against each other. Guys nibbled at girls’ ears, while the girls giggled and swayed back and forth.
Quinn practically threw up right away.
“I think I’m gonna get sick.” She covered her mouth and ran back up the stairs. My eyes locked with Becca’s. Becca just tossed her hair over her shoulder and jumped off the last step.
“Let her be. We’re here to have fun.” She smiled and danced her way through the crowd, her red hair bobbing up and down as she moved.
Caleb smiled as Becca began dancing in the center of the dance floor.
“That girl’s wild.” He chuckled.
“Oh yeah?” I said and took a look at him. His eyes were bright. “Why don’t you go dance with her?” I nudged him a couple times in the stomach and gave him some winks.
“No, I… uh…,” Caleb stuttered and scratched his head. “That’s not who I want to dance with, Ella.” He coughed and glanced at his feet.
“Okay, whatever.” I rolled my eyes and left Caleb on the stairs. “I’m going to get a drink.”
“Wait! Ella!” he called and tried to come with me.
“Go to Rebecca!” I shouted back and headed into the kitchen.
The kitchen didn’t have many people in it. Just a couple making out near our fridge. It was gross, but that’s what happened at parties. People got drunk, and other people hooked up.
I looked at the island and saw the drink options: beer, vodka, and Coke. Both the beer and vodka smelled revolting, so I played it safe and chose the soda. Besides, I wanted to attend my first party sober. I grabbed a can and flicked it open. Immediately, soda began pouring out, spraying its contents all over the white kitchen. Crap. I turned and tried to run to the sink before I made a mess. Well, I tried to, at least.
Before I could get two feet from where the soda began exploding, I ran into a body. A male body. Brown soda soaked the white shirt he wore, and his shirt now stuck to him. That’s when I noticed the amazing six pack on the guy I just bumped into.
“I’m so sorry!” I squeaked and grabbed a towel that hung on the stove. I began dabbing his stomach, making myself look like a bigger idiot than I already am. “Oh my god, your shirt is probably ruined,” I groaned and covered my head.
“Relax, Sam. It’s totally okay.” The guy laughed and grabbed my wrists.
I froze. My eyes slammed shut. He thought I was
