Why? Why today? Couldn't John have been born literally one day later? Why did he decide to crawl out from his mum's vagina on this exact day 17 years ago? I don't wanna go to a party with my only friend who will probably abandon me as usual, but I guess that I don't have a choice. I get out of my bed with a sigh and walk over to the door to lock it. The window is already opened up so I just have to climb out. I'm not an acrobat, so it's pretty hard to get to the ground quietly and smooth. I throw my left leg over the edge, and then the other one before starting my climb down. We live on the second floor, so it's not a deadly fall, but it's still scary as hell.

I eventually manage to get down without any harm done, maybe I should become an acrobat? After throwing a glance at the now opened window, I start walking to the bus stop to meet Julia. Oh, right. I'm not only going to the most boring party ever, I'm also going with Julia. I guess there's nothing wrong with her, but... Let's just say that she's not the most loyal friend one could ask for when it comes to parties. She's drinking a lot, and she always finds a guy who she spends the rest of the night with. It fucking sucks.

I can see Julia's silhouette approaching me in the darkness outside. It's pretty cold, well it's winter but still.

''Ember!'' She shouts.

I cringe at the sound of my name. I'm sorry, but WHO names their daughter ''Ember''? I mean, the name is not ugly I guess, it's just such a ''trying-to-come-up-with-an-unique-name-for-my-daughter''-name and I hate that. Sometimes I wonder if my mum just googled ''Unique girl names for my daughter'' when I was born. It wouldn't surprise me at all.

Julia interrups my thinking by pulling me into a hug. I tense a little but hug back. I don't really like physical contact and I try to avoid it at all cost, but you have to hug your friends, right?

''You look awesome, Em!'' She grins before squeezing my cheek.

I smile and push her hand away. Julia is one year older than me, just one year, but she still treats my like a little kid. I sit down on one of the cold wooden benches that the bus stop offer before pulling my phone out of my pocket to check my snapchat notices. Eight new snaps the last two minutes. I wouldn't call myself popular at all. I'm such a weirdo, but other people don't know that. Everyone thinks that I am that confident girl who doesn't give a damn about what other people think, and I get why they think like that, because that's the side of me that I show off.

I step of the bus, looking around me. We are literally in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a big, big forest.

''I guess that this is the crazy party you talked about?'' I mumble, recieving a pat on my back from Julia.

''Come on, Em. Be a bit positive. We just have to walk for a while and then we'll get there.''

She's talking about the party as if I would want to be there. I hate being around people. You have probably heard that there are introverts and extroverts in this world. Imagine a scale from zero to ten. Zero is extrovert and ten is extremly introvert. Julia would be a zero and I would be a strong fourhundred and eighteen.

We eventually approach the house after half an hour of walking. I'm already tired, and the night hasn't even started yet. Julia runs to the steps to knock on the door and I walk in my own pace. The wind blows, catching Julia's blonde hair and making her blue dress wave a bit. After a while, the door opens up and the one and only John Paulson stands in the doorway, looking like the worst fuckboy ever. His hair is blonde and perfectly fixed, it almost looks like someone glued a wig onto his head. The black shirt is tight, obviosly to make his muscels more visable. John's brown eyes looks at Julia before moving over to me. He then pulls us both into a hug and then puts each arm around us, guiding us into the house.

Most girls would kill to be in the situation that i'm in right now. Sitting on a couch with the hottest guys from school on each side of me with a drink in my hand. I guess i'm okay with all this, but it's still really boring. I don't want people to see that though, so I keep smiling and add some words to the interesting conversation about the senior girls every now and then. I can feel how John puts his hand on my shoulder to give him my attention.

"Huh?" I ask him, confused.

John just points to the hallway, where I can see the stupid bitch Julia with a poor guy who's about to get his heart broken tonight. I sigh and shake my head. Why does it always have to be like this?

I don't know John that well, so it would feel pretty awkward to stay with him. One thing I know is that I have to get really drunk tonight so people can like me. After getting up from the couch, I walk into the kitchen to grab the first bottle that contains alcohol.

"Yes," I mumble to myself when my eyes land on a vodka bottle.

"You want some?" A male voice asks.

I turn around and see a tall guy with dark hair and big eyebrows, way too big eyebrows. He does look nice, can't lie, but i'm not here to get married so I simply answer.

"Nah, I'm just staring at the bottle because it's interesting."

He laughs before moving his hand through the brown hair.

He reach out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Kevin."

"Ember," I simply answer, watching Kevins hand move to the vodka bottle, mixing a drink for me.

"Ember, E-m-b-e-r. That's a dope name," he says, handing me the drink.

"Thank's. I'm glad that someone likes it," I answer before raising the glass to my mouth, letting the liquid burn down my throat to take over my body.