Three

Piper

"You, Piper Reynolds, are considering going to a party?" Quinn laughs at the end of my bed, her blond hair flying behind her as she giggles mockingly.

"Hush!" I shout, chucking a pillow at her. She dodges it and just smiles, giving me a knowing look.

"But seriously, are you considering going? Cause if you were, I'd like to get in on that party action."

"Quinn, the fact that you are calling it 'party action' makes me even more nervous."

"Piper, it's an all-invite party, it's gonna be so packed, no one will even notice us. The time is now! Tonight, we dance!" She leaps off my bed, pumping her fist in the air in a horrifying tribute to Jersey Shore.

"I don't know, Q..."

She grabs my hand and begins to jump up and down on the bed.

"Come on, P! It's senior year, let's live for once! It's a Friday night, so we can't use homework as an excuse!"

"Fine! We'll go to the stupid party." I surrender, and begin to jump on the bed along with her.

"Piper!" I hear a shout from my door.

"Yes, Jerry?" I ask, trying to hold back my annoyance at the man. The door opens and he steps in, in all his gaudy glory. He's wearing a typical step-dad shirt, the ones with the button-up v-neck and three quarter sleeves.

"I don't know if I want you going to a party young lady, and I don't think your mother would either."

I roll my eyes. "Jerry, I've been home all week, well, all year. I want to go to this party. Nolan's going to be there."

"You don't exactly hang with Nolan's crowd though, do you?"

I freeze.

"I really don't think that's any of your business, Jerry."

"You are not going to that party, Piper. That's the final word I want to hear on this."

"Well, good thing you're not my father than." I snap, and Quinn gasps softly.

Jerry turns slightly. "Step-father, and I pay for this house, for your college. So think about your decisions carefully, Piper."

And he turns and slams the door behind him.

For the first time in my life, I feel an itch to disobey someone, to rebel for once in my life.

"Dammit, P." Quinn's face drops into a frown.

"Don't be down, Q. We're going to that damn party." I growl, and jump off my bed and towards my closet.

"But Jerry-"

"Jerry can suck my ass." I snap, and she laughs out loud, joining me at my closet.

"This is a mistake, I can't do this, can't you get an STD from beer?" I am rambling in the car, Quinn at the wheel. Not a surprise, I didn't find anything 'party worthy' in my closet, so we had to sneak into Quinn's mom's room. I'm telling you, that lady really doesn't know what her size is. She has clothing in every size, she's kind of a hoarder.

"Calm down, Piper, you look hot as shit. Like girl, where have you been hiding those?" She points to my chest, which I tried to cover with a large necklace, to no avail.

"Stop! I swear to god, strapless shirts should never have been invented." I say, adjusting the waist of my black skirt.

"I swear, I don't think you've ever worn makeup to school, it's literally like some sort of mascaraed mask on you."

I stick my tongue out at her.

"Quinn, I can literally hear my heart picking up pace, this is not a good idea."

"Chill out, Piper! These people can smell fear!"

I am about to quip back at her but the car stops, and we've arrived at Melissa's house.

What the hell have I gotten myself in to?
 I exist the car, realizing that heels are possibly the most demonic invention inflicted on women, and we walk up the cobblestone pathway to the house. The party is already in swing, music so loud you can feel the floor vibrate, and beer literally everywhere. Yup, there are definitely at least three types of diseases being spread right now.

"Let's do this." Quinn whispers, and we enter the party, and are met with an ocean of noise. People dancing and talking and drinking, and it is packed. No one even notices us walking in the door, and I love it.

We make our way through the crowd toward the main room, which has three kegs of beer surrounded by a lot of college-looking guys.

Quinn pulls me towards one and gives a wink to the guy pouring drinks. He smiles down at her, giving her a very sloppy drunk look. He hands us two plastic cups and I turn to Quinn.

"How the hell are you so good at this?" I shout in her ear, the noise deafening.

"I watch a lot of reality TV!" She shouts back. "Knock it back sister!" And we chug down the beers, the thick and coppery taste dripping down my throat.

"Ugh, why do people like this stuff?" I ask.

"Cause it's a happy drink! Get another one!" And so we do, stupidly.

I can now say with almost complete honesty, I am more than a little tipsy as Quinn leads me to where everyone is dancing. The music is so loud, you can only hear the base, the words getting lost inside each drop. I begin to move my hips to the pace, disappearing into the music as well.

Suddenly, I feel someone behind me, pulling my back into them, holding onto my hips. They're strong, definitely a guy, and he's moving against me, grinding into me. My body just responds, leaning my back farther into him.

I don't know how long I've been dancing against this guy when his lips start to touch my neck, grabbing me farther around the waist. I frown, shaking my head trying to remove his lips from my neck, but he just grips me harder.

"Hey, quit it." I snap sloppily, trying to move my hips away from his.

"Relax, bitch." He slurs in my ear, his hold on my tightening.

I try to pry at the hands holding my waist.

"Seriously, let go, asshole."

"Feisty, I like." He smiles against my neck.

"Stop it!" I shout, but no one else seems to notice through the mist of drunkenness.

Then his body is off of mine in a flash, and I whirl around too fast, my vision going a bit hazy. Someone is grabbing my hand, leading me away from the dancing crowd, and up some stairs, down a hall, into a room. I shake my head, trying to focus my drunken vision.

"Hey, where are we - what is..." I slur, following the faceless form into a bedroom. It has plain white sheets, and the walls are only lightly decorated, obviously a guest bedroom.

The form leads me to the bed and sets me down on it, sitting next to me.

I turn to them, squinting to focus my vision.

"Nolan?!" I whisper-yell.

"What the hell were you doing, Piper?"

"What the hell are you doing, Nolan?" I grumble, shaking my head crazily. "I was having fun, but some douchebag was trying to get it on with me, but then" I say, poking him in the chest. "You decided to come in like a super hero! A super hero, Nolan!"

"How much have you been drinking, oh my god, your mom is going to kill me and you."

"Stop worrying, ducky. See, I always worry, I'm the nerd and you're the hottie, and that's how it is!" I fall back on the bed, laughing.

"Nope, lying down gives me the whoozies." I mumble, and pick myself back into a sitting position.

"I thought I was tipsy, but you" He says, pointing at me. "Are fucking drunk off your ass."

"At least I have an ass." I cackle.

"I didn't think you were gonna come." He mutters, pulling a flash out of his pocket, taking a swig. I reach for it, but he slaps my hand away.

"No, you are not allowed anymore. I'm not driving today, so I can drink what I want." He frowns and grimaces at the taste.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, scooting closer to him.

"Um, Melissa broke up with me." He chuckles humorlessly. "By cheating on me, with Nathan."

"See, told you, Melissa's a thot." I shake my finger at him.

"You're always right, aren't you?" He grunts, and he slumps off the bed, sliding to the ground. "I really liked her, you know?"

I sit down on the ground with him, putting my head on his shoulder.

"I know, ducky."

He turns his head slightly, looking down at me.

"She said, 'it didn't mean anything with Nathan, but that we had other problems in our relationship'." He scoffs.

"Problems? Like what, your hair was better than her's?" I ask, and we both laugh.

"No, she said- never mind."

I sit up, and stare at him.

"Hey, remember our rule, 'you mention it, you spill it'. So spill, jackass."

"Fine, fine. But don't freak out." I nod my head.

"Melissa knew we were best friends." I frown at him.

"How?" I ask.

"She was over one night, and your mom was at my house, talking to mom. They were reminiscing over baby photos of us."

I groan, leaning my head back into the couch.

"But, how was that a problem with your relationship?" I ask.

He's silent for a moment, shaking his head.

"Come on, tell me, you can tell me anything." I lean towards him, lifting his face up to face me.

"She said that I couldn't fully be in a relationship with her, because she accused me of practically being in love with you."

I sit back on my heels, and laugh. I laugh and laugh, hm maybe beer is a happy drink. I lower my head, and look at him, waiting for him to laugh too.

"That-that's crazy, Nolan. We've been friends since the sandbox! Come on!" I lightly punch his shoulder. "Nolan?"

I settle down, my body facing him.

"Nolan." I snap, waiting for him to respond. "Nolan, talk to me."

He looks up at me, his light eyes meeting my dark ones.

"I miss our sandbox." He whispers, and I lean forward to hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and sitting in his lap. I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes.

"I do too, ducky. But we still have part of it, after all, you're my boy next door."

He looks down at me, his eyes scanning my face.

Our faces are inches apart, well, our lips are inches apart. And those inches seem to become smaller and smaller, and I just close my eyes leaning in...

When the door bursts open.

"Yo, Nolan, Nolan's bitch, cops are here, let's go man!" It's Nolan's friend Mike.

"Oh, shit." He mumbles, and grabs my hand, leading me outside.

"Nolan, I don't have a ride home!" I shout to him over the sirens.

"Come on!" We stumble quickly over to Mike's car, and we floor it away from Melissa's house. The last thing I remember is the red and blue lights flashing before I passed out. 

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