High school fuckers

Krissy's Point of View Books, books, and even more books littered my bedroom floor. I had so much homework, I knew what my weekend was going to be like, not that I ever minded. I would stay in and study and then study some more. I was determined to get into Harvard and become a lawyer. I needed the extra study time, even if that meant giving up my teenage life. It's not that I didn't care about the high school experience, it's just that I don't care about actually enjoying it. I rather stay home and study than go out and party, and hook up with some random stranger. Partying just really isn't my thing and it probably won't ever be. I don't understand how people go out every night until like 3 a.m. and then go out again the next night, all while while still going to school. I would be tired every single second of the day. I'm already tired every morning. Then there's the drinking. I do not drink. I have never wanted to drink and I will never drink. Only bad things can come from alcohol. People drink until they are severely wasted and then act out. They never remember what happened the night before and they have a killer hangover the next morning. I don't get it. Although I have never actually had a hangover, I am pretty sure they regret drinking the night before. I know I would. Smoking also goes on in these parties. To begin with, it's illegal for us. Weed and cigarettes are definitely not on my good side. It kills you. The drugs literally kill you, if not at the moment, slowly, but surely. I honestly do not understand why anyone enjoys this crap. You get drunk, do stupid s**t, and then repeat it again the next day. It's a vicious cycle. Then there's the "dancing". I've seen it in movies, what these people call dancing, and let me tell you, that is not dancing. That's grinding. They practically have s*x right on the dance floor and people don't even care! They rub their body parts all over each other while being severely drunk or faded. Some are even cross faded and then never remember it in the morning! I don't understand the fun in it. I mean don't get me wrong, my best friend lives the partier life. She likes going to parties and being the center of attention. We're total opposites, yet we're best friends. Morgan is a part of the cool crowd. She's one of the most popular girls in school, being on the cheer team, yet she sticks with me. Ever since kindergarten, where I shared my snacks with her, she has been with me. It's now the middle of senior year and we're still stuck together. We're like peanut butter and jelly. She's the crazy peanut butter that's either chunky or creamy, and i'm the plain jelly. It works for us. Although I enjoy staying in and studying, Morgan goes out and parties. She'll sneak into my room late at night to tell me everything that went on. That way it doesn't feel like I missed out on anything exciting. She does beg me to go to at least one party before high school is over, I just don't see the point. Why would I waste one of my precious nights to go to a party surrounded by all the morons I go to school with. Isn't school enough? I just don't get why they do it. Some of the people don't even get along. Speaking of my wild best friend, my phone was ringing with her face on the screen. It was a picture of her with her tongue out. I took it on snapchat and saved it to make it her contact picture. "Hey." I said answering her call. I sat down at my desk, in front of my laptop waiting for her reply. "Tim Jim is throwing a party tonight! You in?" She asked. I chuckled. Oh, in her dreams. Today was Thursday. There was no way i'd be caught at a party on a school night or a party for that matter. "I have a big chemistry test tomorrow." I said. I liked taking science courses, they were in case I ever decide to change my major to like engineering or biology. I liked science but I rather become a lawyer. Maybe I can minor in a science major. "Oh come on Kris. Just one party. That's all I ask. How about Blake's next weekend? You would have sent in your Harvard application by then." She said. I sighed. All my college applications were due at the end of September. That's in a week. I already sent in my applications for Coronell, Yale, Colombia, Princeton, and Brown. I was only applying to six of the ivy league schools. Dartmouth and University of Pennsylvania just didn't feel like the right schools for me. I just couldn't find it in me to send in Harvard's. I was scared. All my hard work was coming down to this one application. There won't be anything else for me to do once it's sent. It's the moment in my life I had been striving for. I just wasn't ready for it all to quickly end. "M to K. You there?" Morgan said into the phone. I focused in to the conversation. "Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Nervous jitters." I said. She knows how scared I am to not get into my dream school. It's my entire life. It all I have ever worked for. I was not ready for rejection. "Krissy. You'll get in. I know you will. Hell, the whole entire school knows. I mean you are the top of our class, securing your spot for Valedictorian, and the only one applying at these top schools. You'll get in." She assured me. I blew a breath out. "You're right. Thanks Morgan. You're my best friend. I should trust you. Okay, so what were you saying before my mind crashed?" I asked. I took a deep breath. There was nothing to be scared of. I was a shoe in for all the schools. I was going to get in. There was no reason to be nervous. I had to be confident. "Party? Blake's party?" She reminded me. I nodded. She was going to Blake's party. I looked at my notebook on my desk. "Oh right. Yeah sure. Whatever." I said. I still had to finish my application. I was tweaking my essay here and there. I just didn't feel like it was perfect. Every time I read it, I found something wrong. Then I would reread it and the never ending cycle would begin. "You'll go?" She asked. I heard excitement in her voice. Go where? "Hmm. Yeah." I said ignoring whatever she just said. She was probably excited about going to Blake's. I grabbed my notebook and started to fix my essay. I know that it's supposed to be written online and sent in through email, but I like writing it on paper first. It's easier to correct plus I like seeing the red lines on it. Maybe I should become an editor instead of a lawyer. I do like writing and reading stories. It would definitely be one of my top jobs. Nah, i'm going into law and being the number one lawyer. Everyone will be begging for me to take their case. This is my dream. "No backing out." Morgan sang into the phone. I dropped my pencil down, focusing on what she just said. "Huh?" I asked. Did I just agree to something? What was she talking about again? I need to stop getting distracted. I think I slightly have ADD, but not enough to be diagnosed. It's just a one time thing that occurs here and there. "You just agreed to go to Blake's party with me next weekend." She sang into the phone. I could feel her smirk radiating through it. I sighed. There was no way of getting out of this one. Maybe it's a good thing. It's a sign. I should go and act like a teenager for once. "I guess i'll go this once. It'll be right after I submit my application. It'll be good for me to try to relax." I said. I think that after that application is sent, i'll be able to start living a normal high school life. Heck, I might even get my first kiss! I need to start being normal. It's only a few months away before graduation and then my life will be all about law school. I need this break. I can't believe i'm actually saying that I need to stop studying and go to a party. What has this world come to? "Oh my god. Krissy Reagan is going to Blake Tyler's party. Damn. The whole school needs to know." She said into the phone. I rolled my eyes. She's so dramatic. "It is not a big deal. Besides, I'm probably going to be in the corner just watching." I sighed. I didn't want to drink or smoke, and I didn't want to dance with some horny guy. Why was I going to this party again? "Oh come on Krissy. Just one drink and one dance." She pleaded. I contemplated her choices for me. I mean one drink couldn't hurt, right? - "I love you!" I slurred. Morgan was holding onto my side as I struggled to stand. I hiccuped before bursting into a fit of giggles. I'm funny. No, I'm hilarious. "Who knew you were such a lightweight Kris." Morgan chuckled. I smiled a grin. I didn't know that's for sure. It's the first time i'm drunk and i'm loving it! "I want more beer." I giggled. "Oh no you don't." Morgan said. I pouted, hoping to c***k her. "Krissy. We should leave. I don't want to lose you again." Morgan said. "One more dance." I begged her. Morgan shook her head. I pouted again. "Home. You need some food and water in you. I can already feel your hangover start to form." Morgan said. I sighed. I let her drag me out of the party and into her silver Mercedes. She pushed me into the passenger's seat were I relaxed amongst the cold seat. "Food." I moaned. My stomach twisted. I felt hungry all of a sudden. "On my way." Morgan said. I heard the car roar as she drove away from the party. I closed my eyes, hoping this uncomfortable feeling to disappear. "We're here." Morgan said waking me up. I opened my eyes and saw a McDonald's. "Food!" I said springing out of my seat. I opened the door, almost tripping over my feet. I looked down and saw the black pumps Morgan lent me on my feet. "Can I take these off now?" I asked. She nodded. "Here." She said going to the trunk. She opened it, grabbing a bag. "It's clothes for you to change in." "Thanks." I said. I grabbed the bag and headed inside. The bright lights caused me to close my eyes. I think this hungover began a little early. "Go change. I'll order the food." Morgan said. I nodded, squinting my way to the bathroom. In there, I changed into a plain black tee and some light wash jeans. I switched the pumps for some dirty white Converse. I pulled on a black hoodie and threw my hair into a messy bun. I stuffed the dress and heels into the bag before walking out. Morgan was sitting in a booth with a pile of food in front of her. My stomach growled at the sight. I walked over to her, quickly sitting in the booth across from her. "So, eat and then we'll talk." She said. I nodded. I reached for the Big Mac, taking a bite. I washed it down with some Powerade before stuffing my mouth with fries. I ate for a few minutes before Morgan coughed. I put the food down. "Right. Okay. I think i'm starting to sober up." I said. I could feel the headache faintly in the back of my mind. I'm so going to regret tonight. Remind me to never go to a party again. "So where did you disappear to?" She asked. I shrugged. "I don't remember. Honestly, how did I even get drunk?" I asked. This night was a blur. This is why parties aren't a good idea. "Well we got to the party, you instantly wanted to go home. I convinced you to stay before I handed you a red solo cup. You drank the alcohol all in one gulp. I'm pretty sure you had a buzz going. You then grabbed another cup that was nearby, downing that in one gulp. By then, you were drunk. You giggled uncontrollably and danced to the music. I liked that side of you. You were carefree. We danced for a few songs before you said you were going to get another drink. I let you go. Some cute guy asked me to dance, causing me to forget about you. "After about twenty minutes, I noticed you weren't back yet. I left the guy I was with, which by the way he gave me his number, and looked for you. I couldn't find you for a solid hour. No one knew who you were, so I was helpless. "You then stumbled down the stairs. I asked where you were and all you did was giggle. I asked you again. You said you'd tell me if I gave you another cup of beer. I agreed. I mean when else am I going to see my nerdy best friend drink until there's no end. I liked seeing this wild side of you." Morgan said. I rolled my eyes. I was not that crazy. I couldn't have been. Beer? I couldn't have had more than two cups. Partying and dancing is not for me! "I can promise you that this night will never repeat itself." I said. I grabbed a fry, stuffing it into my mouth. I moaned at its crispiness. Food was exactly what I needed. "So where did you disappear to?" She asked. I shrugged. I couldn't remember. I probably just went looking for the restroom. I had a very small bladder. I drink one water bottle and I need to constantly pee for hours. Now imagine me with beer inside. I was positive that I went looking for the bathroom. Where else could I have gone? I didn't know anyone else. "Bathroom probably." I said. She looked at me before nodding. She knew about my peeing problem. "Good. All I kept thinking was that you possibly got rapëd and it was all going to be my fault." She said with a sad tone. I was about to reply when I heard a phone buzz. I looked around and saw my iPhone on the table. "Did you grab my phone?" I asked. She nodded. I reached for it, unlocking the screen. I had an unknown number texting me. I opened the message to see babe, you disappeared. come back ): "Who is that?" Morgan asked. I shook my head. I had no clue who this was. I hardly ever texted anyone. It was usually my parents and her. "I don't know. It's probably a wrong number." I said sliding my phone closed. "Wait. Let me see that number. It looks familiar." Morgan said. I shrugged. I unlocked it before handing her my phone. She took it in her hand while her phone was in her other. She typed a few things before she gasped. "What? What's wrong?" I asked. I took a sip of my drink. I was going to need a refill soon. "This is Blake's number!" She screeched. I spit my drink out. The blue liquid landed on the tray in front of me. That's whose number? The Blake Tyler? What the heck am I doing with Blake Tyler's number? Why in the world is he even texting me? Oh god. What did I do? What have I done? "Okay. Calm down. We can figure this out." Morgan said taking in short breaths. I did the same. I can't have done anything with Blake. I can't stand him! He's a jerk that uses girls, smokes, and does illegal things. This must be a mistake. It needs to be a mistake. He had to have texted the wrong number. He doesn't even know me! Let alone know I exist. "Kris, I think you were with Blake." Morgan said. I shook my head. No. I wasn't. I couldn't be. That's impossible. I can not have been with him. "No. Not possible. What the heck would I even be doing with Blake. No, I wasn't with him." I said. I felt my nerves start to rise. Please tell me this is all just a misunderstanding. "Kris. He texted again." Morgan said handing me my phone. we had fun. i need to know your name babe. "Oh god." I said handing her my phone back. This cannot be happening! "Blake doesn't know who you are! He never has to know." Morgan said. I felt a wave of relief pass inside me. She's right. He'll never know. He doesn't even know I exist. I should be fine. "Thank god." I sighed. "Now we just need to make sure he never recognizes you." Morgan said. I nodded. This can't be too hard, can it?