A Sister's Long Wait.

Books and Stuff

Amanda, Lilly and I pull into the pizza place at the same time. We decided to drive separately incase one of us wanted to leave before the other. Plus, none of us wanted to go back to drop off one of our cars at campus. We sat and ate for 30 minutes, as Lilly and Amanda talked about finally taking me to a party, and how thrilled they were. 

We followed Amanda, being she was the only one who knew where we were going. We were around five minutes away from the house before I recognized whose party it was. Brandy Miller, a junior this year, super popular, half for good things, and half for terrible things. I'm not a big fan of him, but it's not like he's going to be the only guy there. 

When we pull onto the road outside his house, there are people everywhere. At least 300 people are here, most of which seem beyond intoxicated. As we make our way inside the house, the smells start to overwhelm me. I'd been to parties in high school, but college parties are completely different. 

We find a room with only around 10 people, none of which appear to be vomiting or like they are about to, so we decide to take a seat here for now. A few people approach us, people from our classes, or building, most of which Amanda knows. Amanda and Lilly went to find something to drink that wasn't spiked, mostly because they are driving and don't want to get a ticket for leaving our cars on the road overnight. Plus, they don't want me to leave yet.

I start to wander around the room when a guy bumps into me. 

"Opps, sorry... oh wait... I know you, ya, ya." The second ya was dragged on a little longer than I think he expected, probably is to drunk to catch his own tongue. "Ya, you, you're in english, books and stuff class. Ya. That's where I know you. Your the girl who Ms.Moster likes." Well, he's not exactly wrong on that assumption. 

"Are you in "books and stuff class" too?" I wanted to sound as full of sarcasm as possible, maybe he'll leave and I won't have to deal with the alcohol scent reeking off of him. 

"Ya, Yup. Write, read, stuff. Ya. My names Dylan," after he said him names I remembered something, Ms.Moster called on him once, and well, hasn't since. 

"Ya, I know."