Chapter Nine

Friday.

The best word you can hear during the week other than 'food.'

I was so happy that it was Friday.

When I got up, I sighed with relief. The weekend was nearly here, where I could eat and be lazy all day while watching Netflix. I didn't have to deal with school or teachers for two days, which by the way I was getting pretty sick of already.

I walked down stairs to see Christen with a broom, sweeping up the mess and broken beer bottles from the night before.

I rolled my eyes and he glared at me as I walked down the stairs. "Cleaning is fun isn't it?"

"Shut up," he glared before continuing to sweep and clean.

"Why'd you even have a party anyway? And also, aren't you meant to be in college?" I asked, grabbing an apple from the kitchen and biting into it.

He shrugged. "Got kicked out."

My jaw dropped. "What?"

He grinned. "I failed most of my classes."

"Good fucking job," I blinked at him.

"Shut up, bitch." I ignored the insult. "And that wasn't even a party," he suddenly said, an evil grin on his face.

I instantly paled, knowing exactly what he was up to.

"Christen. Don't."

"There's going to be a party tonight whether you like it or not."

He walked out of the room, leaving me standing there with a look of horror on my face.

Tonight, there would be a party in this house.

Full of teenagers. Drunk, wasted teenagers.

Somebody help me.

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The party actually started at around nine o'clock. There was a considerably large amount of knocking and doorbell rings before I think someone just left the door open. The music was blasting out, making it hard for me to even think.

I could smell the alcohol from downstairs. People were screaming, yelling and cheering, making everyone have to yell even louder just to be able to communicate with each other.

I was trying to listen to my own music, but the music downstairs was so loud that even my music wasn't loud enough when I turned it up to the max.

I was starting to get hungry but I didn't dare go downstairs. I didn't want to get in between all of those sweaty, drunk bodies.

An hour later, I was super hungry. I had to go down and get food.

I warily stepped out of my room, still in the clothes from the school day. Most people didn't pay attention to me anyway. I shut the door behind me and made my way downstairs, avoiding the couples that were making out and the groups that were playing drinking games.

I vaguely recognised some of them as students that went to my school. They either didn't recognise me or were too drunk to care.

I made my way to the kitchen only to find that all of the food in the house was gone. I internally groaned and scowled before I huffed and started making my way back up the stairs and into my room.

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, the presence being very close behind me.

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