East Kids - Tessa & Elijah

Chapter 11

Tessa

When I return to the others, my best friends have already put the new ones through their paces. Thalia has dropped to the right of the bebrillten blonde, while Jil has positioned herself next to the more courageous of the two.

As self-confident as possible, run towards the four girls on my black high heels. Played friendly I give him each of the new ones a drink.

Both seem quite suspicious and one of them even sniffs the drink carefully. "Come on, ladies," I put on a fake smile: "I'm not poisoning you." "Oh no? But somehow I'd trust you to do that," the brunette hisses.

I put my head crooked and bite my lip. Somehow I have to get her to drink, otherwise we can forget our 'welcome test'. In my head the most different thoughts race around.

"We really didn't have a good start and I think we should start over", I stretch my hand out to the girl: "I'm Tessa Grayham. And you? I put the question afterwards because I really forgot their names.

"Certainly n...", the brown-haired girl starts, but is interrupted by her girlfriend. "Yes, I think it would be a good idea to start over. I'm Carly Shaffer," Carly introduces herself before she also shows the dark-haired one: "And that's Isabelle Alici." Isabelle stares a little offended at the other girl: "So I don't trust her, Carly."

I really have to try hard not to roll my eyes. How can a person be so stubborn? Nevertheless, I try to stay nice. The fact that 'nice' is the little sister of 's**t,' I'd rather fade it out at this point. "Great, wouldn't it be a good idea to drink a toast to our new acquaintance?", I start a new attempt to finally get her to drink.

"I don't know", Carly scratches her back of her head, but Thalia intervenes: "Oh come on. Only bores don't drink at parties and you wouldn't be alone. We join in." On her lips sneaks devilish grin. Slowly it starts to surprise me that she is much more eager to do it than I am myself.

"All right, Isabelle bites her lip. Probably it was the word 'boring' that convinced her. After all, nobody would like to be labelled as boring by everyone in the first week.

"Great", I switch on again and pour Thalia and myself a glass of Hugo. Fortunately, the newcomers have no idea at this time that their drinks will be much stronger than our own.

When I also offer Jil a drink, she shakes her head defensively: "No, today I don't drink, people. I'm sorry." A little disappointed I look at her, but respect her opinion. After all, I don't want to force them either. Friends don't do that.

"Well, then only with Thalia", I hand my girlfriend her glass before I put my own on my lips. "On one", she announces immediately and begins to count down: "Three!"

From the corner of my eye I can see how the two of them look insecurely at each other. It almost seems as if they've never drunk anything before, but I'm sure I'm wrong about that. After all, there are certainly house parties at normal schools from time to time. Especially at our age. It's hard to get around that anymore.

"Two", my girlfriend continues, while the others lead the containers to her mouth as well. But they don't seem completely ready. Instead one could even say that they don't seem to be sure what to do in such a situation.

"One", the last letters of the word get a little lost because she's already started drinking. It was clear that she was hottest on this task.

I also start to drink, but watch the other two from the corner of my eye.

She closes her eyes so tightly that you might think they are trying to wake up from a nightmare. Nevertheless, they both tilt everything down consistently.

Of course Thalia - how else could it be - is the first to finish. Then I follow, then Carly and finally Isabelle. I would have thought that Carly would be the last, but that's the way I want it to be.

"Say girls," says Thalia with a broad grin on her lips: "Do you want to play a game?"

About half an hour later we sit with some other guys on the carpet in the living room and play 'I've never had one'. Normally you have to drink a drink when you've played the game, but fortunately both Isabelle and Carly didn't know the game. That gave us the opportunity to change the rules a bit.

Instead of drinking shots, you have to take off your clothes. But this doesn't happen, as usual, when you've already done it, but when you've never done it before. For me personally, that plays into the cards immensely. After all, I've done almost everything that might spontaneously occur to you.

"I have never ...", I begin now for the third time:" ... my parents' car destroyed." Normally I really wouldn't bump into it, but in this game this, admittedly not unique, mistake benefits me.

I still wear almost all my clothes, which is somehow a pity. I only had to get rid of my shoes so far. In contrast to me Carly and Isabelle wear much less clothes. Right now Carly takes off her grey T-shirt so that she is only sitting in her bra and trousers, while Isabelle hasn't even stayed.

In the beginning both were embarrassed, but several drinks later, they were as relaxed as two potheads in the Netherlands.

"Hey, Isabelle. Give me your mobile phone," Thalia says: "We should take some pictures for i********:. As a souvenir". Thalia has already drunk so much that I wonder why she hasn't been puking in the bathroom for a long time, but even in this state she still seems to be totally obsessed with carrying our plan through.

We thought that in this state they would like to take some pictures with us and share them with the world. After all, everyone made such a mistake when they were drunk for the first time. My pictures weren't bad, but that doesn't mean that I will spare the newcomers.

So they learn how quickly rumours spread at this school. One could even say that a mistake at our level becomes a conversation faster than the new episode 'Keeping up with the Kardashians'.

I've never heard a word before, but Isabelle hands my girlfriend her cell phone when she asks for it. Quickly Carly, Isabelle and I drape around the black haired girl to get into the picture.

Without asking permission, Thalia opens i********: and then the photo function before she starts posing. Isabelle puts her head on my best friend's shoulder while Carly tries to make herself felt in the background. Somehow I've lost the desire for a photo at this moment. I much prefer to watch the stupid behaviour of the others.

Isabelle pretends to flirt with her cell phone while Thalia takes pictures of her, then exchanges a few hot, ample tongues with both Carly and Thalia. Not that it's anything special.

The really funny follows a few seconds later, when Isabelle tries to free herself from her bra, which seems to restrict her. In a drunken state this isn't that easy, though. I know that well enough from experience.

With a kind smile on her lips, the dark-haired woman, who now seems to have taken control of the whole thing, hands me her cell phone and winking mischievously at me. Immediately it is clear to me what she demands of me. I have to take pictures.

Thalia gives me another look while she tries to open Isabelle's bra.

At this very moment something happens that is much more mature than what Thalia has planned. First Isabelle holds her hands in front of her mouth and makes some choking noises. Then Isabelle's facial expression changes as if in slow motion and a few seconds later she vomits on the top of my best friend.

This is the moment when I can no longer control myself. I start to loudly snort and take the opportunity where all bystanders stare at the scene to shoot a whole series of pictures. This is really the best party in a long time.