It was around nine at night and I was preparing for the party. By prepare, I mean utterly destroy my hair with an ample amount of hairspray.
I wore jeans that weren 't too tight or too baggy and a decent red/black plaid shirt. If my mom has taught me anything, it 's definitely fashion and style. The goal is to completely alter your appearance, to the point where you barely even recognize yourself. Since my hair was awful, as usual, I decided to wear a beanie.
Suddenly, I heard a honk from my driveway. It sounded like a dying whale, but I instantly knew that it was Luca and that he 'd arrived so that we could go to the party.
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Crazy, intoxicated teenagers were swaying their hips and doing every provocative move they could think of to the beat of the horrid, meaningless music. Guys were desperately trying to get laid and the girls were loitering around, all over the place, taking photos and slurring their every word.
Nothing good ever came out of partying-I could already tell that I was going to regret my actions by tomorrow morning, but not as much as Landon. Recently, his parents grounded him for failing his classes and I suppose trashing the entire house was his way of retaliating. Luca and I went our separate ways. Landon wasn 't in sight, so I got out my phone and started going through my notifications.
I had up to sixty from Tiffany, alone. I had about twenty missed calls and the rest were a bunch of text messages asking me whether or not I was going to come over to her place. I felt kinda guilty for breaking my promise last night, but I didn 't really care. I preferred swans over ducks, that 's just my preference.
Suddenly, I felt someone smack me on the back, hard might I add. I turned around and saw Landon, he looked like he 'd just won the lottery. His eyes were bloodshot and he was chugging alcohol down like
I wore jeans that weren 't too tight or too baggy and a decent red/black plaid shirt. If my mom has taught me anything, it 's definitely fashion and style. The goal is to completely alter your appearance, to the point where you barely even recognize yourself. Since my hair was awful, as usual, I decided to wear a beanie.
Suddenly, I heard a honk from my driveway. It sounded like a dying whale, but I instantly knew that it was Luca and that he 'd arrived so that we could go to the party.
Relying on other people to give you a ride sucked balls, but not nearly as much as Taylor Swift, because damn. …show more content…
Crazy, intoxicated teenagers were swaying their hips and doing every provocative move they could think of to the beat of the horrid, meaningless music. Guys were desperately trying to get laid and the girls were loitering around, all over the place, taking photos and slurring their every word.
Nothing good ever came out of partying-I could already tell that I was going to regret my actions by tomorrow morning, but not as much as Landon. Recently, his parents grounded him for failing his classes and I suppose trashing the entire house was his way of retaliating. Luca and I went our separate ways. Landon wasn 't in sight, so I got out my phone and started going through my notifications.
I had up to sixty from Tiffany, alone. I had about twenty missed calls and the rest were a bunch of text messages asking me whether or not I was going to come over to her place. I felt kinda guilty for breaking my promise last night, but I didn 't really care. I preferred swans over ducks, that 's just my preference.
Suddenly, I felt someone smack me on the back, hard might I add. I turned around and saw Landon, he looked like he 'd just won the lottery. His eyes were bloodshot and he was chugging alcohol down like