After picking up all my stuff, I start to walk back home.

As I walk I see a girl walking towards me, on the pavement. Short, orange hair, and strong makeup.

She stops as she gets to me, "Hey, Philip, right?" she says, placing her hand on my chest, preventing me from moving.

"Um... Phil... Yes," I reply, reluctantly.

"I'm Hayley. You don't ever seem to be at the parties, why don't you hang out at the big party at my place next week?"

"I-I'm, um, im sorry but I'm not... Really the partying type," I say, awkwardly.

"Shame. Well, if you feel up to it, you're welcome," she sighs, before walking off behind me, swaying her hips as she walks.

I really don't like parties. The only time I've ever been, I didn't know anyone and I just sat on the sofa in the corner.

The last thing I want to do is go to Hayley Williams' party, the most popular girl in the school.

*ding*

I take out my phone. It's Dan.

dan: hi

Phil: Hey! <(‐＾▽＾‐)> How are you?

dan: okay, i guess.

The truth was, he wasn't okay. He hadn't been okay for a while.

OKAY IK THIS IS A SHORT CRAPPY CHAPTER IM SORRY BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE HAS SOME 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit