Classes were due to start in roughly two weeks. After years of studying, stressing, winning awards, and being a try hard, I simply wanted at least to relax. I just recovered from grueling wisdom teeth extraction as well, so my small vacation was riddled with pain and hunger. Finally, there was a chance at happiness in this short lived summer.
There was a party tonight at Brittany's mansion while her parents were away on business. After 15 years of friendship, there's not much we have haven't done or risked in order to have fun. However, I was the conservative one in the pair. Condoning clear disregard of the rules was not my forte and it was usually my job to keep her in line while her parents, Mr. & Mrs. Ryan were gone. But, not today.
Parties, especially at Brittany's mansion, were always the pinnacle of a fantastic summer. They allow me to escape from the labors of university and give me an excuse to act lawlessly. During high school, I was considered the stereotypical "tight ass" that frowned upon underage drinking, drugs, premarital sex, and partying. Three years later and now that we're legal, I've loosened up on the legal things. When I graduate, I'll probably gravitate toward my old "prudish" ways...
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I showed up right as the party was getting started. Although the Ryan mansion was set back about a mile off of the road, the bright lights flashed against the dark clouds. I couldn't help but smirk as the iron gates slowly opened for my silver Mercedes. Club music was booming in the distance. Numerous cars were parked around the fountain in the driveway while dozens of young people with red plastic cups stood around, talking and laughing loudly amongst each other. When I emerged from my car, guys turned their heads and whispered to each other while glancing at me. I was wearing tight black skinny jeans with a sheer red lace shirt. My hair was in its normal afro-like state. To top it off, my lips were coated in a "classy crimson" gloss which was rare for me.
"Hey, girl!" a familiar voice rose over the noise from behind me.
"Hey!" I greeted my friend Brittany with a hug. "Great turn out!"
"I know!" the slim blonde girl took a deep chug from her cup. "I'm so glad you could make it! There's actually someone I'd like you to meet..."
Immediately, I grew weary of who she was dragging me inside to see. Every guy she attempted to set me up with was a drunk idiot or an egotistical jerk with no filter. Even a combination of the two. She took me by the arm and led me through her immaculate house, filled with giggling, drunk college students, upstairs to her room. Before she managed to push open her door, I pulled her to the side, frantically.
"Britt, who the hell is in there?!" I whispered, irate. "You do this every time! I don't need a boyfriend until after I graduate!"
Her mouth was agape. "Whoa, who said anything about "boyfriend?'" He's just a cute guy and I think you'd like talking to him!"
Before I could resist, she kicked the door open with her foot and shoved me inside until I landed on the floor with a painful thud. I scowled at her as she laughed in my face. "I'll leave you two alone..." Brittany snickered as she quietly shut her bedroom door. As I tried to gather myself together, a tan hand stretched out in front of my face.
"You need a hand?" the stranger offered.
