Hey guys, this is the rest of chapter one. I promise you'll get more info in the next chapter or so.
“About time,” she sighed as she put her iPod away.
“Sorry, I ran into someone,” I explained.
“Who?” Heather asked as she pulled out of the Circle K.
“Duncan Finny.”
“Oh,” Heather said with a little disappointment in her voice. “So, do you think Clarence will be there?”
Clarence Stewart was this month’s crush for me. He was all I thought about or cared about when it came to guys. It’d be a miracle if he were at the party.
“No way,” I smiled. “Clarence is too badass for this party.”
“All the more reason he should be there.”
“Clarence Stewart is gorgeous,” I declared. “And he’ll be mine, soon enough.”
Once we made it to the party I felt a little at ease with the situation. The guys were hot, the music was decent, and there was a keg along with other drinks on what appeared to be the bar.
“Go grab me a drink?” Heather asked as she nudged me towards the keg.
I took off and poured her a beer. I was fine with my soda so I skipped out on the beer for myself.
By the time I got back to Heather I saw two guys surrounding her.
“Here you go,” I handed Heather her beer.
“Thanks, Ashley this is Frank and Ed,” Heather said as she introduced each guy to me.
Though I couldn’t care less about the two collegians I managed to greet each guy with a kind smile. “Hi Frank, Ed.”
“Well, Frank and I will be getting a little fresh air,” Heather explained as Frank took her hand and led her away.
I was left with Ed, more than likely I had to play babysitter and keep him busy.
“So, Ed, do you…want to dance?” I asked as I realized there was nothing better to do.
“Sure,” he grabbed my arm and led me to the dance floor.
I didn’t want to dance or be with Ed the College Guy. But Heather was my friend so I would stick it out for her.
When we got tired of dancing we found a quiet place to hang out.
“So, you’re in high school?” Ed asked as he sipped on what was his fourth beer since I met him.
“Yeah, eleventh grade,” I nodded as I edged away.
“You’re young, but you’re hot, so that’ll do.”
Was he serious?
That was when I grew more uninterested in him. He smelt like he’d been drinking all day and he clearly was a perv if he thought he could score with a high school girl, aka an underage girl.
I decided to laugh to get through it all; I mean what else was there to do? Heather was gone and there was only Ed the Dreadful.
He started talking about his college life. The more he talked the more I drank. After a while I ran out of my soda and had to switch to coolers, as I was in-between occasional head nods and ‘oh’s’ and ‘ah’s.’
Ed kept going on and on. I kept thinking ‘this is how I am going to die, with this loser talking to me.’ After a while I was buzzed and completely filled with boredom. It was time to turn things up. I leaned in and kissed him. It was the only way I could think to stop his talking. So until the party was over I made out with Ed the Drunken Talker. Heather said the party would be chill. Puh-lease.
