"Name?"

"What?" Oh no, is there a guest list?

"What's your name?" At this the body guard began to look me up and down, my cheeks started to flush a deep crimson color.

"Oh, um, my name is Delilah."

"Okay, you're not on the list but you're pretty enough, walk on in." Pretty enough? Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, he's approaching it all in the wrong manner. And to make it worse, he winked at me. Oh no, he's way too old. But who cares, I hurried right on in to the house party.

The loud bass of the music caught me off guard. How isn't it heard from the outside? The second thing I noticed was the people. For this exact reason I hate leaving home. Everywhere I look there are girls in short, glittery dresses, and guys trying to get with them. One thing catches my eye, a couple of seniors playing beer pong at a corner.

One time I read that beer pong was a fun way to get drunk. I need to get drunk. I need to forget this pang in my heart.

As I make my way towards them, people keep on trying to hand me drinks, colorful or weirdly dull drinks. I luckily made it in time for when the players had barely finished to refill the cups.

"Hey girl, you lost? Or you trying to play?" Said a guy, who I barely recognize as Seth, one of the jocks from our school.

"Yeah, I wanna play, are you guys any good?"

"The best."

"Then start."

I faintly heard one of the plastic balls plop into the beer. They truly are good, most people when they're drunk can barely make it in. Not these though, you can tell they're drunk, but they still seem at least stable.

It was finally my turn.

Now, I must confess, I have never played beer pong in my life. In fact, I barely know the rules to it, but everyone starts somewhere.

I began by picking up the damp ball, and I had been noticing their techniques, so I tried to mimic them. Quite badly did I do that. I underhand tossed. Closed my eyes, and immediately hope for the best, to at least hit the rim.

Plop.

I made it in?