"This was not apart of the plan Samantha."

My blonde haired blue eyed best friend simply smirks at me, "and what was the plan?"

"Don't play coy with me Sam," she waves her hands in the air waiting for me to elaborate what our plan was. I sigh angrily, "our plan was to drive home as soon as college finishes, do our homework, watch movies then sleep! Not go to James Ashton's party!" I screech.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. You're such a goody-two-shoes," I huff crossing my arms over my chest in some sort of defence.

"I am not!"

She rolls her eyes then narrows them at her black high heels almost in distaste. Luckily, I decided to wear my slip ons which I've already worn in so they don't give me blisters. Samantha always loves to look perfect, she cares about what other people think a lot. I guess everyone does but sometimes.... you learn to not care anymore.

"These heels are giving me blisters," she mutters. She wiggles her feet one at a time and winces. What she's doing will not help the blisters... should I tell her that?

I throw my hands in the air and exclaim, "I told you not to wear them!" She never listens to me! Most of the time I end up being right about something, and I'm not saying that to be cocky; it's just a fact in these sort of situations.

She pouts, "but they are sooooo pretty Shae Bae." I glare at her, I hate that nickname. When you grew up being called that nickname in a mocking term, it kind of just annoys you and brings back so many memories. Of course Sam doesn't know all of this, she wasn't around then.

"Shut up sammy pammy," I mock and she glares at me fixing the purple strap on her dress.

I look out in the darkness which I suggested to bring a torch but she said we could use our phones, I forgot mine and her's went completely flat when we exited the house.

See I'm always the right one! Well not always but let's not elaborate further on that...

"This is such a bad idea, I have to get up at 5 tomorrow," I say, she stops and places her hands on her hips.

"Shut up Shae, I'm not letting you go home without a good party!" She cheers and continues walking. If she tells me what to do again... oh I'll give it to her.

"I don't want to party though," I mutter.

"Too bad, you are! Maybe you can find yourself a boyfriend, to be specific- Austin Mayon," she wiggles her eyebrows up and down making me blush and shake my head. I'm socially awkward around people and Samantha and Austin... they're called socially accepted. Someone as popular as him doesn't notice someone as awkward and weird as me. I let people boss me around, no wonder why he doesn't notice me.

"He doesn't even know me Sammy."

"Not yet! But he will, you've had a crush on him how long? A year?" She emphasises 'year' making me feel hopeless. She's not even correct but it makes me feel so much more worse that I've been pinning after a guy who I haven't talked to for more than a year.

"Actually 3 years," I correct her, emphasising on the three. She stills in her tracks looking at me dumbfounded.

"And you haven't talked to him! You are so bad at this stuff Shae," she says shaking her head as if she's disappointed in me.

I shrug not denying anything, the sound of loud music enters my ears and I sigh looking at the flashing lights in James Ashton's house.

More like mansion, my inner self says.

Sam squeals and quickly walks up the white steps to Jame's 'glorious' home which I would be lying if I said it wasn't gorgeous. To be honest I completely prefer my own home, it's a small brick home with a red roof and normal in the inside. It's not this flashy thing.

I sigh and sadly walk up the stairs to earths doom, a party.

The White mahogany door opens and I hear the words-, "chug! Chug! Chug!" -Straight away and all I want to do is go home and eat food while watching reruns of 'The Vampire Diaries.'

I step inside following Samantha to the bar, I see another Jock- Reece Connor chugging down a bottle of Jack Daniels.

I roll my eyes but Sam joins in on the 'fun' gosh this is already boring and I just got here. I know some of you might call me judgmental, but this really isn't my scene. It makes me feel.... lonely. Sam always just wanders off because I'm 'boring' but her 'fun' isn't even fun.

This is why I don't do parties, honestly. I end up just standing in the corner watching everyone like a creep. The one time I attempted to be social someone vomited all over my clothes. I ended up vomiting myself because I was disgusted. Another reason why I hate parties.

All of a sudden I hear more of those 'chug' words, I turn around and gasp. "SAM!" I squeak, she's chugging down a hole freaking bottle of Vodka! Doesn't that burn your throat? I'm sure it does but I've never really tried it.

I give up, honestly.

I walk away shaking my head in disappointment but not surprised at all that she would do that. But the smile can't help but form on my face, that's my best friend.

Sighing, I boredly sit on the leather white couch, I'm surprised there's no stains at all.

I spoke too soon.... All of a sudden a liquid flies in the air and splashes across my new white frilly top and black jeans. Wait... why did I choose to wear white? I honestly don't know how I pass my classes. It also makes a red stain on the couch, I stand up and angrily look at the stain.

"Sorry babe!" I hear a slur. I glare at the person and he smirks, "don't cry!" He makes crying faces. I grasp the shirt in between my hands and sigh in frustration. I'm choosing not to kick him in the balls, I'm proud at myself for refraining the movements that want to make an appearance so badly.

"Ryan stop," I hear a deep husky voice.

My eyes widen when I see the guy I've liked for three years standing before me, he gives me a small smile and looks down at my red stained clothes.

Austin Mayon is looking at my now see through red top! I clear my throat and run away from him. I run through the mansion searching for Sam to tell her that I'm leaving but I can't find her, people stare at me and snicker at my clothes. Growling in frustration I send her a text, but then I remember her phones flat. "Can you tell Samantha that I'm leaving! Look after her," I tell a random girl, she nods. To save me from anymore embarrassment I run out of the house and to the direction of home.

I should have never came.

Now I feel more depressed than ever, my hair is soaked with the stupid liquid that should have never been made. This was an expensive top, 50 dollars and I don't know why I got a 50 dollar shirt but I just thought: why not.

I sigh in relief when my eyes see the sight of Sam and I's apartment, I get the keys out of my pocket and I unlock the door then close it.

Leaving it unlocked so Sam can walk in without struggle and not being locked out having no clue what to do in her drunken state. Was it dumb of me to leave? I drop the keys on the counter and walk into the bathroom stripping off my clothes and turning on the shower tap letting it warm up, then I step in the shower to wash the contents of today's activities and party off of me.

The water runs down my back comforting me and I sigh leaning against the tiled wall. Why have I waited so long for a guy that doesn't even know me?

I've stood in front of him before yet he doesn't remember what I look like, he doesn't remember my name even though I have talked to him before.

Why would a jock like him want to date a girl like me?

Actually, why would any guy want to date a girl like me?

I sigh.