My pocket begins to vibrate, and a ding sound follows. I pull my phone out and open a text from Jason.
2242 old hwy. 15. Be there or be square, Alicat!
I almost forgot about the party at Jason's tonight. I text him back before heading into the house to get ready.
I will be there!
I walk into the house. It's so quiet in here. My dad's awful old-time country music isn't blaring throughout the house. I take off my boots and head to the shower. I should take a bath instead since I need to shave my legs. It's hot out, so I think I will wear shorts tonight.
I start to blow dry my hair after I successfully shaving my legs. I have no clue how to wear my hair tonight. I decide to straighten it and put a few curls at the end. I apply some foundation, brown eyeshadow to accent my green eyes, black eyeliner, and the mascara everyone is going gaga over, that makes your lashes look longer and fuller. I step back from the mirror to apply a light brown matte lip gloss then head to my room.
I grab my suitcase and plop it on my bed. I go through what I brought from home, realizing that I mainly packed business casual clothes. I dress in business attire for work, and when I go out with colleagues, I dress in a business casual fashion. My wardrobe is for the working girl, not the country gal.
I turn to my closet for ideas. I will be out in the woods at a house party, no need for business casual. I pull out a light green crew neck sweater. I pull it over my head and flip my hair out from under it. I forgot the neckline is extended, causing one side to slip slightly off my shoulder. I remember I used to love wearing this sweatshirt.
I head over to my dresser and grab a pair of whitewashed jean shorts and grey socks. I slide on my shorts. Woah, I don't remember these being so short. My ass cheeks are just shy of spilling out underneath them. However, it doesn't matter much to me. I glance at myself in the mirror, and the sweater/shorts combination looks cute.
I check my phone, and the time is seven-fifteen. My stomach starts to fill with butterflies. I can't understand why I am so nervous. I used to attend parties when I lived here, granted not as many as Jason. I was busy studying and helping my dad with my car. I guess I am just nervous to see everyone.
LOWERING MY MUSIC AS IF it will help me see the fire numbers on the side of the road better, I come upon 2242. I take a left and head down a long driveway. This one is even longer than my dad's. I can hear music and people hooting and hollering as I pull closer to Jason's house. A large bonfire blazes in an equally large yard; behind it is your basic rambler home. There is a basement with the main floor. A two-stall garage is situated not far from the house.
I pull up behind a line of cars. I thought Jason said it was going to be a small gathering. It looks like a full-blown frat party. I should know never to trust Jason when he says it's going to be a small party. They're always sublime with a lot of people and booze.
I flip down my visor to check over my hair and makeup. I look down at my purse in the passenger seat and start to grab it. I put it back down, realizing I don't need to carry my purse around with me. It's better to keep it in the car just in case I lose it at the party. I step out of my vehicle, locking the doors, slide my keys into my front pocket, and my phone into my back pocket.
I make my way up the rest of the driveway. When I pass the fire, I don't see many people there. I head over to the house; only one light is on. I wonder where everyone is. I see a few people coming out from behind the garage.
"Ali?" I hear someone call my name.
I see a tall, skinny, blonde girl walking towards me.
"Hi," I say back. She makes the most annoying screech and runs up to hug me.
It's a girl from High School named Bridget, who was always at every party. She always needed every guy's attention and had the hots for Jason.
"OMG, girl! You look amazing! How are you?" she screams in excitement.
"I am well. Thank you. How have you been?" I reply, and no sooner than that, her posse of equally annoying girls join her.
"Hey, Ali." Hi, Ali," they say, smirking.
Here are the same groups of girls together like in High School, who were nice to me, yet mean at the same time. Every girl wanted to be them, and guys wanted to, well, you know. Bridget, Nikki, and Mindy still look the same as they did back in High School, and they still seem to have that stuck up bitchy attitude.
"Jason is around here somewhere. Come with us. Some of the guys are bullshitting in the garage. Everyone is above it. There is a pool table, beer pong, and beer!" Bridget says, sounding like she is forecasting the weather.
I smile and follow them to the garage. I notice the driveway goes a short distance past the garage then turns. I cannot see much past that; the sun is starting to set, and the sky is becoming darker. I walk through the group of people with Bridget,
