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Post by LadyRiona on Jun 10, 2006 23:08:35 GMT -5
e.e don't remind me.
I'm almost done with chapter 5....
The rating is going to go up to T if it wasn't already. e.e
Oh, and my summary changed. I decided not to go with that idea...heh Weee...
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Post by LadyRiona on Jun 11, 2006 0:43:08 GMT -5
Okies, the rating goes up to T for drug use...yay. *cough*
Chapter 5: The Party
Lights were pulsing and music was pounding against the walls. The room was crowded with too many people. The stench of body odor and heat filled the room, soon being overcome by the smell of alcohol. Faintly, another smell tinged the air, but it wasn't to be identified for a little while longer. The strobing lights and loud music increased, becoming an epileptic's nightmare. Victoria blinked and tried to make it to the back door for a breath of air.
She had been at the party for maybe thirty minutes and her head was already throbbing with the beat of the music and her nostrils were singed from the terrible smells. She had never smelled marijuana or any drugs before, but was pretty positive she was smelling them now. The music was terrible; it sounded like someone was screaming into a microphone without making any words, really. That made her head hurt worse, just thinking about it.
The back door came in sight. She was reaching out for the handle to open the sliding glass door, but instead of her hand catching wood, her fingers caught onto plastic. Soon after, she felt warm liquid spilling on her hand. The sound of something splattering on the floor was vaguely heard in the packed kitchen. She could hear someone swearing and the smell of beer filled Victoria's senses. She wrinkled her nose and continued on her quest. She was going to find Bryan to tell him she was leaving. She didn't want to be here. To her, a party suggested fun. She definitely wasn't having any.
But before she found him, she needed some fresh air. Her head was hurting too badly for her to think in a straight line. So when she stepped outside, she breathed deeply and shut the door so the smells and sounds wouldn't travel out too much. She didn't pity who would end up cleaning that house after the party.
Victoria sighed. If only she had spoken up earlier, if she'd only said something, then she could have been sitting in her room, listening to her television and reading her book. Was it too much to ask for her to have a quiet weekend after a busy week with an unexpected meeting? It seemed like it was, as she heard the back door open and close behind her. An unfamiliar voice met her ears. Whose was it?
She turned around to see a tall boy with moppy brown hair. He was lean and slightly muscular. He looked like one of the basketball players, but Victoria was only guessing from his stature and movies she had seen in the past. His dark brown eyes pierced hers as he walked over to her.
"Not a party animal?" he asked, leaning on the picnic table next to her.
Victoria remained quiet. The beat of the music could be heard still pulsing loudly. Her headache throbbed in sync with it. Was there no escape for her?
She felt a distasteful look coming from the tall boy. "Are you one of Nat's friends?" Still silence. Another look. "Did you come alone?" The music quieted as the DJ switched songs. The headache abated for a moment until a loud rap sound began pumping out. A frustrated sigh came left the tall boy. "Why are you so quiet? Are you a mute or something?"
Victoria took her turn to sigh and brushed her hair behind her ear. It was actually really hard for her to keep quiet, even though she rarely ever talked to new people. She was dying to say something, to either hold a conversation with him or to tell him to get lost; she wasn't sure which she should do. Her common sense said to stay quiet, to ignore him; he'd go away soon. On the flip side, her malnourished and neglected social life was screaming for her to say something, to answer one of his questions. It was hard to make the decision, since she had never had to make it before. She usually listened to her common sense, but it would be interesting, she thought, to listen to a new voice, and see if she liked where it took her.
But she caught herself. Bad thought, bad, bad thought. She shook her head to clear it away. The moment she began listening to her ruthlessly neglected social life was the moment she lost track of herself and her goals. She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to graduate high school on time. She wanted to get married without regrets of her high school life! No. No listening to her ruthlessly neglected social life. That was bad. Very bad.
So she was about to tell the guy to leave her alone, that she was waiting for her ride home when she heard the backdoor open again. Out came three other guys, two not familiar at all and the third one so familiar, Victoria could have hit him.
"Bryan," she growled. She suddenly had the urge to swear at him, which was something she didn't do that often. He pretended not to notice her, it seemed, as he swaggered out behind the other two guys. His pupils looked a little big, but it could have been just from the dark light inside the house.
The four boys began talking. Victoria's mind automatically tuned them out as she glared daggers at Bryan. He'd said no drugs, a small possibility of alcohol, and music that might touch her fancies. That was far from the truth. She was rather positive there was some underlying reason for Bryan's "friendship" with her. Sure, there was no rule in the book that said he couldn't make friends with her, but there had to be some connection there, first, for her to feel comfortable! He had just suddenly said, "Hi," to her and expected that to be enough to make her a friend! That did not go in her book at all.
She was going to get to the bottom of this.
Just as Victoria opened her mouth to begin her speech of choosing his friends better, that she wasn't just some ragdoll an upperclassman could throw around whenever he or she wanted, but his ivy eyes silenced her when he looked at her. Curse him and his eyes. What did he want now?
"Want a hit?" he asked, holding out a thinly rolled, burning stick of something.
She gave him an incredulous look. "Yeah, right," she said sarcastically. It was time to speak her mind. "Bryan, come over here with me--and give me that." She took the joint, tossed it on the ground, and stopped it out with the heel of her sandal. There were protests from the three other boys, but she glared at them her glare of doom and they quieted immediately. Bryan frowned a little, but she ignored him and grabbed his arm, yanking him over to the corner of the building.
"You jerk!" she shouted, shoving him a little to show how annoyed she was.
Bryan looked puzzled. "What?" he asked, brushing off his shoulders.
Victoria held her icy glare. It wasn't often she was angry like this, opting to stay quiet and watch things. But she was offended. Things like that just didn't work for her. "How can you ask that? How can you not know what? All week you've been nagging me about this dumb party! You promised me that there wouldn't be any drugs and very little alcohol. My dad is going to kill me because I smell like both of those things! Why did you even bring me here?" She turned to the side, too angry to look at him now. Slowly, her anger had been building over the time she'd been on the premises and she took the opportunity to let it loose.
It was a few moments before Bryan began to speak, but in those few seconds, Victoria reflected. It was her fault, partly, and she couldn't blame it all on Bryan. He had convinced her dad, sure, and had very probably lied to him in the process, but she was just as guilty for not speaking up. She really should have said something to get herself out of the mess she knew had been coming. She should have just told her dad she didn't want to go and retreated to her room. No, going back a little further, she should have told Bryan she didn't want any part of the joke that he seemed to be helping play on her.
Before he had uttered two slurred words, Victoria shook her head and cut him off. "No, never mind. Tell whomever is playing this sick joke on me that I'm tired of being the punch line. They want to make a statement that the freaks are easy targets? Tell them this: pick a new one. I'm not easy." She glared to enunciate. But suddenly, the point that she'd been trying to make made her feel silly since she had just shouted it. She had no proof that an upperclassman was trying to pull one over her. Why her, too? Why not another outcast-freak? Why would they want to mess up the inner balance of her life?
Bryan began laughing madly. He placed one hand on the picnic table beside him and held his stomach with the other. His laughing fit made Victoria scoff. She was rather sure now that his pupils had been dilated for a different reason entirely than the dark. What an idiot, wasting his life on drugs. She shook her head.
"Joke?" he gasped. He looked up at her, still laughing. "What joke? You're supposed to be a counselor for me!" Bryan bowed his head, gut-wrenching belly-laughs escaping him.
Victoria blinked. Counseling? She thought a moment before remembering she had signed up for that at the beginning of the year. A few weeks ago, she had received a note from the school Guidance Counselor in her mailbox that she would have someone to mentor. It all made sense now. She was so stupid! She could hear the laughter of not only Bryan, but the three other boys echoing in her ears
She frowned. It wasn't that idiotic of a mistake, really. Sure, her alternate reason was pretty dumb, but who could blame her for forgetting? Life had been hectic lately.
Suddenly, she was yanked out of her thoughts by a strange, new sound. Victoria looked down at Bryan, who was now holding his stomach for a completely different reason from laughter. Sickly colored vomit tainted the concrete ground. The sound of retching reached Victoria's ears. Immediately, her anger towards Bryan waned as concern took place. Sure, some people may have walked away to spite him, saying it was his fault for putting himself in that position to throw up the drugs in his system, but not her. Victoria was too soft to just walk away.
Over the week, she had gotten to know him, whether she liked it or not. It was just an automatic thing for her to feel sorry for him and have the urge to help. So she rolled her eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh.
"You're such a jerk," she muttered as she knelt down beside him, then made her way to sitting. She helped him to his hands and knees, as it would be somewhat more comfortable, and the possibility of him falling was somewhat lessened.
The past ten minutes had happened so quickly. What was she going to do now? She didn't want to stay at the party, as it definitely wasn't her scene. But she couldn't go back to her house, smelling like alcohol and illegal drugs. Her father may have been behind the times when it came to style and didn't recognize stereotypes, but his sense of smell was too good, and he recognized most drugs, as he had worked with them for medical examining. No, she would definitely be found out if she went home. Maybe she could manage to get to Katie's house, and Katie would let her shower and borrow some clothes.
But what about Bryan? She couldn't just leave him, emptying everything in his stomach on the patio. Even though what he'd done was wrong, she believed in helping people learn from their mistakes, hence signing up for counseling other students at school. Maybe this would give her the opportunity to do her job?
It was quite a few minutes before Bryan seemed to be done. For the past five minutes, he had been heaving nothing, a sure sign that his stomach was empty. Victoria was no doctor yet, but she knew that wasn't good for him to still have the urge to puke when nothing was in his system. She sighed. She would get him something to drink soon. Hopefully that would help him.
"Are you about done?" she asked, placing her hand on his back.
He was silent, save a little spitting. After a few more moments, he nodded and began to sit back. Victoria helped him. She shook her head at him again. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "Stupid choice, huh?" she asked, referring to the drug usage. If he was throwing up, he had overdosed. It was a good thing that it was out of him now. Or perhaps he'd had too much alcohol and couldn't hold his liquor as well as he'd thought.
Bryan nodded and shut his eyes. "Yes." He grabbed his stomach as he gagged a little. "Ow."
Victoria sighed. "We need to get you out of here," she said, standing. She looked over where the three boys had been and only saw one, the tall boy. He was staring off into oblivion. "Hey, you," Victoria said to get his attention. "Get over here and help us."
"What are you doing?" Bryan asked, his voice quiet. He sounded strained.
"Getting you home."
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Post by Ravendust on Jun 11, 2006 11:08:31 GMT -5
This story keeps getting better!
*yawns* I didn't think I'd be able to finish reading it- I'm dead tired for some reason and my eyes don't want to stay open...
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Post by LadyRiona on Jun 11, 2006 11:13:02 GMT -5
I look at the "Time posted" and I'm trying to figure out what time it was, exactly, since mine is military time....^^; Anyway, glad you liked it. Now go to sleep. Hopefully I can get some semblance of the theme out of here...
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Post by Lady Mage on Jun 11, 2006 13:01:28 GMT -5
Ri, Ri, Ri. Like I said earlier, I love you. And this story is getting more and more interesting. Keep Writing, and UPDATE SOON!
mage
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Post by LadyRiona on Jun 11, 2006 13:32:35 GMT -5
I kinda hafta update soon if I want to get it mostly finished before the 15th. >.>;;;
Glad you liked it, though. ^_^ I wrote it up last night, and the good majority of it was all unexpected...I have no clue that Bryan was going to end up with an OD....poor thing *huggles Bryan* xD
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Post by Lady Mage on Jun 11, 2006 14:04:54 GMT -5
Wait- mostly finished? I thought it had to be all the way finished?
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