Within a blink of an eye, my house is now filled with teenagers from school, they came with their own cans of alcohol, their own snacks, karaoke machine, radio equipment and everything. I was actually screaming at them a few minutes ago, telling them to get out of my house but I ended up questioning if I suddenly died and became a ghost because they didn't even glance my direction. It's Almost like Sofia planned all of this before coming here.

So now I'm just standing here, watching people walk into my house like it's a charity event or like they own the place. I didn't even know this much people knew where I lived.

My heart skips a beat when I spot Nick, Miles and Jason walking in, I almost ask him to help me get these people out but then I realize that I'm not talking to him.

He and I make eye contact but this time, he doesn't smirk, smile or wink at me. He does rake his eyes down my body like he always does but he looks away quickly and disappears into the kitchen with his friends.

That's just great.

let's go to her party but let's not talk to her, why don't they.

Bunch of douchebags.

"Allison!" Someone shouts from the living room, I ignore it.

A few seconds pass, a huge guy I recognize from English comes up to me and lifts me bridal style, walking into the living room.

"Seriously dude?" I lazily narrow my eyes at him.

"Just following orders" he responds.

Sofia and her minions.

He literally throws me down on the couch which causes my hair to fly all over my face. I glare up at him.

Sofia and her group of mean chicks are seated and are now looking at me.

"What else do you want from me, Sofia?" I sit up straight, fixing my hair.

"You're the host of this party and following our senior year tradition, which states that 'parties should always be started by the host' you have to officially start it." She hands me a tiny red cup with what looks like alcohol in it.

Yuck.

"I don't drink." I push her hand away.

They all groan and roll their eyes at me but guess what? I don't give a crap.

"Allison, it's just a shot and if you don't start this thing then no one will and no one's gonna leave either so your mom is gonna find a house full of teenagers tomorrow morning." She says.

Well she's bound to find something tomorrow morning.

Well, screw it.

I sigh, getting the little cup from her hold and looking down at it disgustingly.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

"Wait." she stops me, "big Jim call everyone." She orders the guy that carried me.

Big Jim?

What is this? A party or some kind of a cult.

Everybody comes into the living room, Sofia tells me to stand on the couch in order for everyone to see me clearly. Right now, everyone's eyes are on me, waiting for me to say or do something, I see Carl leaning against the wall with a smile on his face.

I send him a low wave which he returns and from the corner of my eye, I see Nick roll his eyes at us as he sips on his drink.

Douchebag.

"Well, say something!" Miles shouts.

God I hate that guy, he's always passing stupid comments.

Wait, what am I supposed to be saying?

"What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again?" I whisper to Sofia.

"Drink then say something like let's do this shit." she says and I stifle a laugh.

Seriously how obnoxiously lame can these idiots be.

I sigh again, slowly lifting the cup to my lips, I take a sip but the bitter taste makes me spit the liquid back into the little cup.

I can hear some people laughing at me, including Nick and his douchebag friends.

Nick whispers something into Jason's ear.

Damnit, he's probably calling me lame.

Why do you care?

"Here, you can drink this." Carl shoves his way through the crowd and hands me a red cup with something that looks like strawberry milkshake? inside.

"Is it alcohol? It's supposed to be-"

"Shut the fuck up, Sofia." Carl cuts her off.

Finally, someone who is willing to stand up for me tonight.

I sip on the...uhm.. whatever it's called, it tastes like strawberry milkshake but a little bitter so I'll call it strawberry milkshake.

"Let's get this party started! I guess." I shout loudly but all so awkwardly.

They all cheer and scatter around the house.

Wild animals.

Carl helps me get down from the couch, I return his cup.

"Allison Parker threw a party, who knew." He teases me, I slap his shoulder playfully.

"It was actually-"

I'm cut off by loud rap music being played through out my house.

I'm gonna end up being busted for this.

Feeling like I need a drink, I get the one that i just returned to Carl and I end up finishing it in just one shot.

"Should I tell you what was in that drink?" He leans in to shout in my ear due to the loud music, I nod no.

What you don't know won't kill you.

He chuckles, amusement written on his face then he holds my hand and leads the way to my kitchen, he opens the cupboard and grabs a pink bottle of wine, he opens it and refills my cup.

He even had time to hide stuff in my cupboard? Wow.

"What's in it?" I ask, suddenly feeling curious.

"Oh now she's curious to know." He grabs the cup from me and takes a sip.

"Well, yeah." I say in a duh tone.

"Something that will make you feel relaxed." He says, extending the cup back to me.

Never heard of that but okay, I'll take it.

Carl and I talk, laugh and exchange the drink for what feels like an hour but we are interrupted by Carl pulling his phone out and reading a message.

"Shit, it's my Dad, he wants me to do something for him at home." He shoves his phone back in his pocket and leans his elbows on the island, "Are you gonna be okay?" He asks, sounding concerned.

To be honest, I'm not.

"Yeah, sure." I force a smile.

"I'll come back and check on you if he lets me." He kisses my cheek and brushes his thumb on my chin.

"Okay." My tone comes out lower than I planned. We say our goodbyes and he walks out.

I watch him disappear in the crowd of people, I look around and notice that there's not a lot of people in the kitchen, I head to the living room with the little that is left of my drink.

I stumble and almost fall on my way there, my vision is blury but I have never felt so alive in my entire life.

When I get to the living room, I find that most of the seniors are playing a very stupid game called truth or dare. Are we still in seventh grade? Like come on people, grow up.

As I approach them, Lilian and Amanda begin to take their shirts off, I rush to them, almost tripping on my way there.

"You guys.. don't take your clothes off." I stop them, grabbing their wrists to stop them.

I think they are way too drunk than I am, the rest of the people around give me questioning looks, some even snicker.

"Allison, it's a dare." Amanda whispers to me.

"Oh." is all I can say at this point.

I let go of their hands, plopping down on the couch.

They both take off their shirts, being left in their bras, people cheer. They sit back down on the couch, Lilian sitting next to me and Amanda next to Lilian.

How stupid of them, I can never do that.

"Allison, truth or dare?" Sofia asks me and I laugh. A very long laugh.

"What's so funny?" Asks Jason.

"Nothing, I'm not playing this kid's game and y'all can't force me." I say in what sounds to be my drunk tone.

I shouldn't have drank too much.

I look at Nick, he's trying so hard not to look at me.

Like what did I do?

I know I told him to stay out of my world but the fact that he's ignoring my presence like this freaking kills me, just a tiny bit though cause I'm Allison Parker and nothing kills me.

"Whatever you say, boss lady." she surrenders, "Nick, truth or dare?" She turns to Nick.

"Dare." He wastes no time to respond to her.

Sofia stands up, grabbing my mom's whipped cream from the coffee table and walks towards Lilian who is sitting next to me, helping her up, bending her head to her left and spraying the whipped cream on her right shoulder.

Nasty.

"I dare you to lick her clean." She dares. I giggle.

Oh my God, that's so gross.

Can this night get any worse than this?

Jason whispers something in Nick's ear before Nick gets up from his seat, strides towards Lilian and takes his time to do the deed.

Ah geez, kill me.

He places one hand on Lilian's cheek, the other on her right shoulder, he smirks down at her and starts sucking her clean.

Gross!

But the rest of them don't think so, they're cheering at this grossness.

His eyes burn deep into my soul since I'm sitting right behind them. I swallow... Nothing, my mouth is dry.

The whole scene makes me grab someone else's cup, sipping on their bitter alcohol, I immediately regret it.

I feel like I can't watch anymore so I stand up and I leave.

Cringe worthy scene.

I see the guy that is playing DJ so I walk over to him.

"Hey!" I shout, he sends me a sup in response. "What is the quickest way to end a party?" I ask him.

"I'm glad you asked bro, just tell'em the cops just rolled up." He says.

"Cut the music." I tell him and he does as told, people whine, people boo.

"One of my neighbors called the cops and.. they're-"

There's no need to complete the sentence because people are already running out of my house.

Thank God.

"Thanks." I say to the DJ, dropping myself down on the floor because I feel tired and I just want to sleep.

"You're welcome bro, cool party by the way." He starts packing his stuff.

Cool party my behind.

I see Jason, Amanda, Miles and Nick exiting my house and I rush to catch up with them, I feel like I gotta talk to Nick about something, I don't know what exactly but I just gotta talk to him. I think I kinda miss him?

That is so not like me, I'm probably just drunk. I'm taking advantage of this drunken state then.

"Hey guys, wait up." I try not to fall on my face, they all stand to wait for me but Nick keeps on going.

Damnit, why are you trying to be difficult, today of all days.

I run passed his friends that waited for me to stand in front of him with my hands spread out side ways like a big bird.

"I wanna talk to you." I say to him, panting.

"What's with the hands? Are you trying to hug him?" Miles rests his arm around Nick's shoulder and asks me, I drop my hands on my sides.

"No, idiot, I was trying to stop him, Nick, can we talk?" I ask again, my voice almost sounding desperate but he's not even looking at me right now.

"Miles, please tell her that I have nothing to say to her." He says to me through Miles.

"He said he has nothing to say to you." Miles delivers the message and I roll my eyes at them.

"C'mon, Nick, don't be like that."

"Tell her I'm staying out of her world just like she wanted me to." He says to Miles again.

"He said that-"

"I heard what he said now shoo, go away." I shoo Miles and he leaves, joining Amanda and Jason in the car.

"I just want to tell you that I'm really sorry about-" I suddenly feel noxious like I'm about to puke my guts out. I ignore it, "I just want to-" I bend over and puke on Nick's boots.

"What the fuck, Allison." he whines like I stole candy from his pumpkin on Halloween.

I hear his friends laughing from their car.

"I can..fix it." I stutter, feeling more noxious.

"No, you've done enough, I'm going home." He tries to leave but I wrap my hands around his waist, locking my hands behind him. I can feel him stiffen at the unexpected gesture.

"Please, don't go." I plead, listening to his speeding heartbeat and breathing in his wonderful scent.

I've decided it's my favorite scent.

Also, drinking isn't for me.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay, can you let go of me now? You're kinda freaking me out." He says and I let go.

"Now you know how I feel." I smile up at him.

I'm probably going to regret this tomorrow morning but I've been given a chance to let go and not be my ordinary self so let me abuse it.

I hold Nick's hand, he looks down at our hands with wide eyes. We start walking back to the house, he sends me a baffled stare but he doesn't say anything.

"Don't forget to use protection, kids." Miles shouts, peeking his head out the window as Jason pulls out of the driveway.

Nick shows him the finger and we enter my house, I've never seen my house this trashed before, there are red cups, plates, bottles and left over snacks everywhere.

"I seriously didn't want to be part of this clean up." He shakes his head.

"Your girlfriends did this." We trudge upstairs to the bathroom.

"What girlfriends?" He asks.

"Sofia and Lilian or whatever she calls herself." At this point, I have no idea what I'm saying.

Nick takes off his now messed up shoes, I throw them in the bathtub, opening the tab and letting the water run.

Just looking at my vomit on his shoes makes me kneel down in front of the toilet and start puking again, I feel Nick's hand holding my hair back.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

Feeling like the water being stored in the tub is making a lot of noise, I turn it off.

I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sitting down on the cold floor and leaning against the tub, Nick sits next to me and we stay silent for a while, the good kind of silence.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you on wednesday night." I decide to break the silence.

"It's fine, I knew you would come around." I can literally hear him smiling, "Admit it though." He says.

I furrow my eyes at him.

"Admit that I would come around?" I ask confusingly.

"No, admit that we had a moment in the school hallway during lunch." He turns his body to face me, sitting Cross legged.

Is that what it's called? A moment? Weird huh.

I also turn and sit in the same position that he's sitting in, we're facing each other now.

"I admit it." I look him straight in the eye as I say it. He smiles.

"What do you admit?" He tucks my hair behind my ear, playing with the strands.

"Don't do that." I whisper, removing his fingers from my hair.

"Why not?" He whispers back.

Because my body is reacting to your touch and I don't know what to do about it.

"It's not okay." I lie.

It's too okay, actually, I'm never drinking again.

"But it's okay for Carl to put his arm around you and kiss you on the cheek right?" He's now getting serious.

With Carl, everything is just so simple and easy to manage but with Nick, it's as hard as a pop quiz in physics class, I don't want him near me but at the same time I do want him near me. It's very confusing.

It's like I don't know what I want.

"Carl is a different situation." I rub my eyes.

"How different?" He asks curiously.

Why can't he just drop it.

"I practically grew up with Carl and you recently moved in nextdoor." I prove my point.

He nods his head like saying 'I understand' then he gets up from the floor, I do the same.

I don't know why, I just do.

"Does this mean I should never touch you or get one feet near where you are standing?" He jokes.

"Touch me only if necessary like when a mosquito sits on my nose and always leave one feet space between us." I inform him, he chuckles looking elsewhere and then back at me.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Very serious."

"Then I'm sorry but I'd rather agree with the living in your own world bullshit." he says.

"Why the hell do you wanna touch me so bad anyway?" I ask.

"Because, I don't think I can do it, whene-" he pauses and doesn't say anything for a while.

"How about you just stick to banging Lilian, she bragged about you and your mouth." I move to the sink, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste.

He scoffs.

"Jealous much?" I hear him mutter behind me, I turn around, feeling offended.

I think of responding but I decide against it, turning back around and bringing my toothbrush to my mouth.

He's quiet, so am I.

I brush my teeth, rinsing thoroughly and when I'm done, I fail to turn around.

"Are you? Jealous?" I hear him ask, I turn, ready to respond.

"Jealous of that good for nothing, self incompetent, rat from hell, whore of the-"

He takes three long strides towards me, cutting me off by covering my mouth with one hand and wrapping his other hand around my waist.

He leans over to whisper in my ear, "Somebody needs to kiss that mouth shut, yeah?" His lips brush my earlobe, his hot breath giving me goosebumps and his deep voice sounding so very sinful.

My legs are weak again, I fist his shirt thinking it'll keep me steady, he tenses again and his breathing exceeds. He pushes my hair behind my shoulder and meets my eyes.

He touches my lips again, slowly. He stares at them, desirably. He slips his thumb in my mouth, I gasp. He groans, leaning down to kiss me, I close my eyes but our lips just brush slightly.

"I want you to want it." He whispers against my lips, I hold on to his shirt even tighter.

"What?" My voice shakes.

"Ask me to kiss you." He says, I giggle, opening my eyes to look at him. Our eyes meet glancingly.

"I want you to beg me to kiss you." He says with so much determination in his tone, so much goal.

Weirdo.

I might be drunk but I'm still.. me.

"I'm never going to beg you to kiss me, you asshole, you're not even my type." I shove him, even though I totally don't know what people mean when they say you're not my type.

He chuckles, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head at me.

"One day? You will beg me to kiss you, just one day, Allison Parker, one day." He says the weird phase again, I scowl my face at him. "Have a good night, princess." He winks and leaves barefoot.

Did he just pull off a wink?