I Don't Go For Guys Like You

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: February 07, 2012

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As soon as we left the house, Allison got really secretive, and I didn't like it. She wouldn't tell me where we were going or how long it would take to get there.

 

I ended up sitting in the backseat of her car, pouting. She smiled at me, and zipped her lips. As far as time goes, we weren't driving for very long. We stopped in front of a giant house with thumping music, teens everywhere, and lights on the lawn.

 

“Allison Margret James! Where are we?” I demanded.

 

“Oh alright! Blake Westerly is having a party. Can we go now?” she asked trying to pull me out of the car.

 

Blake Westerly? The Blake Westerly? The player that has dated at least every slut at Morrison High? Oh joy!

 

“Are you kidding me Allison? Could we please go somewhere else? Just not here!” I complained.

 

“No! Now get out before I tell every guy here you're still a virgin!” she yelled just a tad too loud.

 

I gasped. “Shut up! I don't need to screw around with anyone,” I spat at her, reluctantly getting out of the car.

 

She victoriously grinned, and started walking towards the house. We had to walk up a huge lawn before we could actually get inside. Many party goers were on the lawn, dancing, eating, and laughing. How can girls go places dressed like that?

 

Inside the mansion wasn't any better. More sluts. A lot more alcohol. And plenty people dancing. Ugh. Allison dragged me through the crowd of people. She brought me to the backyard. Ashley passed us crying. She didn't notice us.

 

Blake sat down on some patio chairs with friends. There was swimming pool, and some people were smart enough to bring suits. Others just jumped in with their clothes on. There was so much alcohol here, you could smell it in the air.

 

Allison waved to a bunch of girls, and then she was pulling me towards them. They stared at me, as if I didn't belong here, and one judgmentally looked at my outfit. I glared at her, and she just smiled, and began talking to Allison.

 

“So, why is Avery Patterson here? Shouldn't she be studying, or something?” she asked, looking back at me, and rolling her eyes. How did this chick even know my name?

 

“No way! She's celebrating because she got a full ride to Princeton!” she excitedly yelled over the music.

 

“Oh, well,” she said looking at me,“I'm Darcy,” she stated, raising an eyebrow and smirking. I kept a straight face, and stood expressionless.

 

Another girl came running towards us, and in a split second, someone had splashed water at her, and her drink flailed through the air, spraying all over me, and Allison's outfit.

 

Darcy and her group of friends burst into giggles, and Allison stood in shock with her mouth wide open. I began walking back towards the house. I needed to find a bathroom. Pronto.

 

I went straight into the house, and asked a seemingly goth chick if she knew where the bathroom was. She pointed to he huge staircase, and I thanked her, dashing to the stairs. Hopefully, I made it to the bathroom in one piece.

 

Once I reached the hallway, an open door was at the end of the hall. All the others were closed. Going with my gut, I stumbled down the hall, and looked to find a small bathroom.

 

I entered, and looked in the mirror. I was drenched in beer. There wasn't much I could do, except dry my shirt a little bit. I left the bathroom, and entered the hall again.

 

There was Blake Westerly and Darcy Jones, making out. The Darcy who was friends with Ashley. I had no idea how I was going to get out of here. I stood there for a moment, but Darcy looked up, and saw me. Her face got surprised.

 

“What? What is it?” Blake asked, looking at me. He looked back at Darcy confused.

 

“She knows who I am. She's Allison's friend,” she said, pushing him towards me.

 

“Alright-” he paused, looking to find my name.

 

“Avery,” I said quietly. Just be calm Avery. You can make it out alive...

 

“Avery. What do you want? A kiss? Money? That thing everyone wants from me? What will get you to shut up?” he inquired.

 

I shook my head, and backed away,” I don't need anything from you. I won't say a word,”I said.

 

“Just go you loser. Say a word, and your dead!” Darcy shouted, as I dashed back down the hall, and down the stairs.

 

Had Blake Westerly just asked if I had wanted to do it? With him? If I were a normal girl, I would have jumped at the opportunity. Everyone loved Blake Westerly. Eww.

 

I got back outside, and looked around for Allison. I found her drinking, and laughing. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she swayed, turning around to face me.

 

“Want my drink?” she slowly asked, handing me her beer. I shook my head, and she chugged it. After that, she started to fall, and fell into my arms.

 

“Okay! We're leaving!” I shouted, helping her up. She began to fall the other way, and almost dove into the pool before a boy rushed to her side, and helped her up.

 

“I thought you might need a little help,” he said as we walked back into the house, and out the front door. The party had become wild swiftly, and some people were stripping their clothes.

 

I looked over at this boy. He led me to a car, and put Allison in the backseat.

 

“I'm sorry, who are you?” I asked as he got into the driver's seat. He closed the door, and turned on the car.

 

“I'm Alex Broche. And you're Avery Patterson, I know,” he said, pulling away from the curb,” Now where does Allison live?”

 

I gave him specific directions, and we ended up in front of Allison's house quickly. I explained how we left her car there.

 

“I'll tell her tomorrow,” I assured him.

 

He and I carried Allison to her room. Her parents were nowhere to be found. After making sure she was fine, we left, as I drove home in my own car.

 

Tonight had been not so far from crazy. I'm a bit overwhelmed. When I pulled up in front of my house, the lights were on in the living room. Crap!

 

I slowly entered the house. There was my mom, sleeping on the couch. I sneaked past, and went to my room, changing into some sweats, and falling asleep.

 

* * *

 

“Avery Marie Patterson! Get up right now!” I heard my mother yell. Here it comes.

 

I jumped out of bed, and entered the kitchen. My mom held up my clothes, and looked angry.

 

“Why did you get home at 3 a.m. last night, and why do your clothes smell of alcohol?!” she screamed.

 

“Well, I was at a party last night and people were drinking, but I didn't,” I quickly stated.

 

“How am I supposed to believe you?” she asked, throwing my outfit onto my lap.

 

I was speechless. She stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

 

“You're grounded, and you can't go to any parties for the next month,” she said, leaving the room.

 

I sighed, and went back to my room. My phone started to ring. I picked it up, looking at the unknown number. I answered and asked,”Hello?”


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