Cambree and I had been best friends since we were six. We became friends because Tommy Dennison had tugged on my pigtails, then poured glue on one of them, so Cambree had turned around and punched him in the nose. We'd been inseparable since that day.
To be best friends, we were also exact opposites, so I guess we evened each other out. Where I was a pacifist, and did everything that was expected of me, Cambree was outgoing, and loved to bend the rules. She could make herself comfortable in any situation, where it took me a long time to get used to people before I was able to come out of my shell and be myself around them.
I guess that would explain why I was having such a lousy time at this party and Cambree couldn't have been happier.
This is what I've been missing? I thought, looking around Taryn's huge living room. All the furniture was pushed to the side to make a dance floor, and red plastic cups and long-necked beer bottles coated the floor and furniture. And these popular seniors were the ones everyone envied? They were all drunk. Some were dancing, some were cuddling on the couch, making out. But they were all wasted.
Including Cambree. I couldn't believe Cambree had gotten drunk.
Another thing about Cambree was that she was a genius. Like, an honest-to-God genius. Her IQ was somewhere north of 145. But she made really dumb decisions sometimes. Like right now. She was very impulsive. I wasn't surprised she was having fun and trying to fit in with the crowd, but I was really surprised at how quickly she had gotten drunk.
Needless to say, I was disappointed. Mostly because her getting drunk had involved her leaving me all alone on the couch, all by my sober self while she drunkenly danced with her new friends.
By 10:00, I really wasn't having any fun. Sitting around wasn't so embarrassing because none of the Roget Hills "royalty" were coherent enough to even notice me, much less to remember me tomorrow, but this was getting boring. I didn't know anyone, and I was tired of watching Cambree dancing on the coffee table with Laurel Mackenzie and the host herself, Taryn Hyatt.
I wouldn't admit out loud that I was jealous, but it was there. I was envious of Cambree being so easy-going, assimilating in with these people so quickly, like it was nothing. Sure, Cambree was friends with Laurel because of her brother, but even in that situation, there was no way I would be able to stand up on a coffee table in a crowd of seniors, dancing that provocatively.
Trying my very hardest not to look like a loser just sitting there alone, I sighed, dug into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone. I could maybe act like I had an inkling of a social life more important than being here.
Suddenly, a body settled next to me on the couch. A male body. I could tell by the long sigh he let out before I glanced up.
"Yeah, I know how you feel," he said.
I looked up, and couldn't believe he was actually a foot away from me. He turned his head to look at me, flashing the most knee-weakening smile I think I had ever experienced. In real life, anyway.
Andrew Harper was sitting next to me, and looking at me. And he was smiling. Since when did I exist to people like Andrew?
Suspicion hit my stomach. Suddenly, I had a bad feeling about this. Maybe this was a joke. Yeah, that's exactly what it was. Taryn and Laurel put Andrew up to this. Either that or he was drunker than his sober poker face let on.
"I-I'm sorry?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. I was completely out of my element right now. I had no idea how to communicate with the hottest guy in the senior class. Hell, I didn't know how to communicate with any guys that looked like him.
He chuckled, taking a sip from his beer bottle. "You look bored as hell over here. I feel the same way."
So I was confused. He was bored?
"Well, why don't you leave if you're bored?" I asked him innocently, then wondered where that little hint of courage had come from. Since when did I make small talk-or smart-ass comments for that matter-to Andrew Harper?!
He didn't look bothered by that little stab, though. He just chuckled. "Good point. You're right. I should leave. But why are you here?"
I just sighed and nodded toward the three dancers in front of us. Cambree was still the center of attention. If she wasn't so wasted, she would probably notice Andrew sitting here next to me.
"Moral support, I guess," I said. Then I nodded to my friend.
"Yeah, you're Cambree's friend," Andrew said. "Sophie Martin, right?"
I nodded. Sure, my name was Sophia, not Sophie. But ifAndrew knew this much, I could be Sophie. I just couldn't believe he knew my name. Was this real?
"I'm Andrew," he said. "Andrew Harper."
That was a dumb introduction, I thought. Everyone knew who Andrew Harper was.
"Nice to meet you," I said, smiling sweetly, but inside, I was begging myself not to grin like a retarded clown. Because right now, looking into Andrew's piercing green eyes, perfect mouth and strong chin as he smiled, I felt like one.
God, but he was gorgeous. Not in that all-American, football-star, frat-boy way, though. He was like, Jesse Metcalfe from that old movie, John Tucker Must Die. I had hadthis major crush on him. I remembered, because I watched that movie over and over just to see more of him. Andrew Harper was like a real-life John Tucker.
Quickly, I mentally analyzed myself, trying to remember what I'd put on without actually looking down at my torso.
Cambree had dressed me, pretty much, in a pair of skin-tight skinny-jeans tucked into my favorite tan cowboy boots, and a snug-fitting white t-shirt that I didn't need a jacket over in this hot house. Once Cambree was done with my make-up, she'd looked at me like I was her very own, prized work of art. Then she had said I looked like a young Danica Patrick.
"You know, the race car driver?" Cambree had asked when she was done.
Of course I knew who Danica Patrick was. Danica Patrick was gorgeous. I didn't think I looked anything like her, though. I was, well, just Sophia.
Well, I'd thought so until Andrew subtly dropped his gaze to my chest, then back up to my face with a smile.
Well, maybe not so subtly, I thought, suddenly feeling self-conscious when I should have been flattered. Puberty hadn't drawn itself out on me. There was no gradual growing up, becoming a woman a little at a time. Last year, I was a small, awkward barely-B-cup fourteen-year-old. Then so suddenly, it was like boom! Mother nature suddenly realized she'd skipped out on me, and dropped the whole lot of it on me at once.
It was like overnight, I'd gotten curves and I'd upped a bra size.
"You in a hurry to be somewhere?" Andrew had asked me as I glanced down at my silver watch for the time.
"Uhm, not exactly," I said, watching as the lady of the evening, Taryn, laughing as she and her new muse Josh Porter fell drunkenly on top of each other in the floor.
I wanted to get home, back into my comfort zone. I wasn't exactly in a hurry to get away from Andrew, because what hot-blooded female wouldn't want him within touching distance, right? But maybe I was just weird, or something. I didn't know. I just never had a lot of experience with guys before. This was unchartered territory for me and I wanted more than anything for Cambree to sober up and giveme some advice on what to say or do with a hottie like Andrew.
And then, Cambree bustled over, laughing, and smelling strongly of beer as she plopped down in between Andrew and I.
"Oh my gosh, Sophia! Get a drink in you, girl. Come dance!"
"Actually, I think I'm OK," I said. "It's nearly 11:00, anyway. We do have a curfew."
"I'm sleeping over here," Cambree said. "Taryn said it was cool."
My jaw dropped. Was she serious? And where the hell was I supposed to go?
"So, am I supposed to walk the ten miles back to my house?" I asked.
"No offense, but, uh, did you want her to drive you home?" Andrew asked.
I sighed. He was right. "Good point. I guess I hadn't counted on her getting so wasted." I directed the last word to Cambree, who replied with a laugh.
"You look perfectly fine," Andrew said with a shrug. "Why don't you drive her car home?"
"In three weeks I could," I admitted. "I'm only fifteen. I don't have my license, yet."
Way to go, I told myself. Now he knew he was talking to a loser sophomore. No way he'd keep flirting with me, now. All the better reason to get out of here.
"Well, hey, if you need a ride, I swear I've only had two beers. I can take you home."
Did Andrew Harper just offer me a ride home? Seriously?
"Uhm, are you sure about that?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Of course. I have a breathalyzer in my car so I can prove to you I'm good to drive."
He had what?
OK, so, great. I had a ride home. And it was with super-hot Andrew Harper.
I smiled and nodded my agreement. "Yes, thanks."
Maybe coming tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all.
I didn't know a lot about breathalyzers or how they worked, but I knew when Andrew blew in it and showed me the results that I was alright getting in the car with him. He was, after all, my best choice right now. Either him, or I was driving myself home. And that second option, well, really wasn't an option at all.
So after leaving Cambree to party with her new cool friends, I found myself in the front seat of Andrew's truck, a huge, jacked up Ford F-250.
"So, where do you live, Sophie?" Andrew asked, pulling away from the party.
"Uhm, it's out by Makadewa Lake. On Hanson Road?"
"I know that road," Andrew said confidently.
It was a ten-minute drive to my house, and it was quiet and awkward. I kept my hands in my lap, focused out the passenger window, while Andrew fooled around with his radio. Every so often I glanced at the radio, catching his strong hand turning the knobs.
"Man, you live way out here, don't you?" Andrew said, finally breaking the silence.
"Yeah, kind of," I chuckled nervously. "It's quiet, though. I like it."
"I don't blame you," Andrew said. "So, uh, you're a junior, right?"
I wished. "No, I'm a sophomore."
He nodded. "That's cool. This is your road, right?"
"Yeah. Mine's the third driveway on the left."
"Holy hell," he said, bending his neck and looking through the windshield as my house came into view. "You live here?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Damn. You need to throw a party."
I laughed. "Great idea. Then my funeral will come right after."
"Your parents strict?"
"Sort of, yeah."
"I get that. Mine are, too."
Just then, I saw the front porch light flip on. Time to go in. The clock showed 11:15, which meant I was late for my curfew.
"I, uh, gotta go," I said, regretful as I eyed my house, praying my mother or father wouldn't step out on the porch.
"I understand. I hope you had fun tonight."
"I did," I said, not really even lying, because after Andrew sat down, my night had gotten a whole lot better. "Thanks for the ride."
"Anytime. Maybe I'll see you at school on Monday?"
I grinned and shrugged as I pushed open the door. "Maybe."
I was crossing the snow-covered front yard as Andrew headed back down my driveway when the front door opened and my mom came out onto the porch, already dressed for bed. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her blue eyes were locked on the truck heading out of her driveway.
"I'm sorry I'm late, mom," I said. "I really am."
"Who just dropped you off?" my mom asked suspiciously.
"Oh, uhm, that was Andrew."
My mother raised her eyebrows as I passed her and walked into the warm house.
"Take your shoes off before you get snow on the carpet," she warned, coming in and closing the door behind her. "And who is Andrew?"
"A guy I met at the party. He's really nice and he offered me a ride home."
Astonishment crossed her face. I may as well have told her we stopped to kill a man and dump his body in the lake first. "Excuse me, but you left a party with a boy you had just met and let him drive you home? Sophia Martin are you out of your mind, young lady?"
"I know who he is, mom," I sighed. I should have known my mother would react like this. "He's a senior at Roget Hills. He's really cute, and nice, and he was a far better choice than a totally wasted Cambree."
"Did you lose your phone?" I should have heard this one coming, too. "Forget my number? Sophia, you know I would've picked you up."
Yes. That would have looked so cool.
I didn't answer, so my mother sighed. "Where's Cambree?"
"She's sleeping over there," I said, a little more bitter than I'd meant to.
"Her father's OK with that?"
My mom looked incredulous, but I knew Cambree's father didn't know, nor did he care where his daughter was tonight. He was probably out on yet another date, more concerned with entertaining another groupie from the Detroit-based band he managed. She was probably young enough to be Cambree's sister. They usually were.
"He doesn't care," I assured my mom. "Trust me."
"I hope someone keeps her keys away from her," my mom sighed, already worried.
"There's no one trustworthy enough at that party to do that for her," I said, reaching into my jacket pocket.I pulled out Cambree's car keys, which I'd had in my pocket since Cambree took her first sip of beer.
"Well, I'm proud of you, Sophia. But no more getting into cars with boys your father and I haven't met. Got it?"
I just nodded, because I had no choice but to agree.
"Good," my said, looking satisfied. "Now, go on to bed."
I nodded again, picking up my snow-covered boots and carrying them with me up the stairs.
A/N:::I originally wrote this is 3rd person POV, then changed it to 1st later. If you catch any mistakes where I missed changing 3rd to 1st, feel free to point them out!! I tried to get them all, but I could have missed a few!! Thanks for reading!!! CHAPTER 3 and 4 should be up Monday night. :)