The door to my room creaked as I stepped inside, Elvis trailing close behind.
I slammed the door shut, my wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin. The faint hum of the party downstairs was muffled by the walls, offering a brief reprieve from the chaos.
Elvis sat down tiredly onto my bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, a scowl plastered on his face.
“Jenny and her band of plastic Barbies,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Why didn’t we kick them out the moment they showed up?”
"I really wanted to but I felt it would have looked somehow to kick out the one most popular girl clique out of the party. I mean, their presence obviously brought more crowd, just as much as Ryan and Luke" I replied.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but who cares about bringing in a crowd or any of that b
