The party was in full swing when we entered. Still angry, I stormed in but was stopped by a worried Sophia Allison, "Hey, listen, Kerri and Tiffany are sick, twisted people but don't mind them. Don't let them change who you are."

Great, she was the second person who thought that I should walk away. I was given the chance of popularity and she was throwing it out the window. Who did she think she was? I gave her the cold shoulder, "Whatever Sophia, you don't need to tell me who I need to be. You don't know what I want. So don't tell me what to do. I've disappointed  my family already by being the outcast, and the only way I can actually fit in is to be a social butterfly. I know what I'm doing."  Actually, I didn't have a clue to what I was doing. The only thing I knew was to get in their and enter my first ever high school party. 

Oh, and get popular.

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The burning smell of alcohol reached my nose as I watched people grinding each other. Well, I guess it was my turn to join. I flipped my hair and walked in, feeling the scorch of the eyes around me. The first to approach me was a blonde haired boy. His chiselled jawline was home to a warm smile. My tummy started tickling. Crap! Those weren't the butterflies were they?  "Hey girl," His voice was like honey: thick and sweet. I blushed at the sound. "How are you?" I laughed, "It's wild." He smirked, "Yeah, our little Harrison holds the best parties."  

I giggled, "Little? Don't tell me his name is Little Harrison."

He guffawed, "I like you, you're funny." His eyes lit up in the dim lights of the room.

I blushed just an arm sneaked around my waist, "Alfie, picking up the girls already are we?"

Alfie smirked, "Harrison, this is a very pretty girl. A gentleman never refers to a lady as an object but a symbolisation of grace. Especially fine ladies like this one." I blushed, thankful for having the excuse of the hot air, "That's not true, girls like me don'y get good looking guys like you." Did I just say he was good looking? Out loud? Oh. No. "You think I'm good looking?"

My voice failed me, "Uh... Yes... No... Maybe? No, No, I mean yes. Um, yes, your good looking." The way his cobalt blue eyes bored into mine wasn't helping. Harrison, who just like my brother, had quietly slipped away during our intense stare down. Still blushing like mad, I looked down. We slowly edged forward. Our faces were so close. So, so close. Sharing the same air as we inched towards each other. 

That was when he came. Sauntering into the room and pulling me away from Alfie, whose strong arms had gone around my waist. I glared at Jason while he glared at Alfie, "Alfie."

The  fair haired boy only answered with a short, "Jason." 

That son of a- "Come on princess, we have to go." Jason's arms now circled around my waist protectively. I wasn't complaining but why had he stopped me? It would've been perfect. But he had stopped me. My first kiss was in my clutches and he had made me drop them. I stared at his icy blue eyes, which now, up close, were a mixture of cyan blue and grey. "Jason, you the hell are you here."

He led me away, smirking "I have to look out for my favourite neighbour."

I growled, "If looking after your neighbours means preventing them from kissing people, I don't know how you look out for your friends." His blue-grey eyes darkened to a charcoal grey: I must have hit a nerve. Not wanting to be near him and his infuriating behaviour, I stormed out with my silver heels clacking, feeling his intense gaze boring into my back. I blushed inadvertently.

Damn you backless dress.

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I walked past God knows where. It was then that I heard a beautiful voice:

  When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse  

I smiled as I sung along softly, quietly sneaking up to the corner of a wall. I peaked round it to see a boy with cinnamon- brown hair. It was covered with a grey beanie. His black vans contrasted with his white and blue chequered shirt. His blue jeans were ripped and a skateboard leaned against the wall, resting next to him. He held a guitar, gently strumming it as he sang:

  And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse? 

His voice took me to another world as I closed my eyes and sang louder. I knew it was stupid but I couldn't help but sing with him. I hadn't sung in a long time. I stopped when I was seven after the bullies caught me singing and teased me about it. However, his voice struck a chord in me:

  Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

I hadn't realised he had stopped singing. Nor did I realise that he was staring at me intently with his captivating cognac eyes.

  Tears stream down your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down your faceAnd I

Tears stream down your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd I

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you

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"You're a good singer." I jumped back yelping. Wait, did he just talk to me? I peered back around the corner of the wall, both anxious and scared. He smiled at me, "Hi."

"Um, hi?" It sounded more like a question. 

He laughed patting the spot next to him, "Come on, I don't bite."

I smiled and sat next to him. For a few moments, we were engulfed into a comfortable silence.

"So, who are you down in the dump?" It was as if he had read my mind. For some reason, I felt like I already knew him so I explained everything, from the kiss to Jason to how I ended up sitting next to him. He laughed, "I know how you feel but you know, from experience, you should listen to your friend Sophia. Walk away or you might get into deep-"

"Shizzle"

He looked confused for a second so I clarified, "I might get into deep shizzle" He laughed, "I'm glad you can laugh about it now but you'll be thinking of now in the future."

I thought about his words as I stared at the sky, "Isn't it hard not to stay away?" There was no reply. I turned my head around to find myself all alone. I frowned as my hand felt something papery. I picked up the small ripped piece of lined paper:

Hope you enjoyed meeting me.

-Ty

I opened and closed my mouth in shock. That handsome, lonely boy I had just spoken to was the only friend I had had since I started getting fat. It was the friend who helped me gain a friend. That was...

"Ty?"

1242 words, the longest chapter yet.

I'm thinking about changing the blurb, Thoughts?