And Then There Were Four

The moment Melissa and I made our way outside, music and chaos consumed me. Everybody was dancing, laughing, having a good time, and for some reason, the turn out this year was larger than it ever had been.

My eyes quickly found my brother Pollocks, and as he stared at me, his gaze narrowed and he frowned. He obviously wasn't pleased with my outfit, but considering the attitude he had towards me since the day his truck tires got slashed, I could honestly give two fucks. It wasn't even me that had done it, but yet he and even my parents thought it was.

Go figure. I'm the rebellious teenager, the one who doesn't ever listen and beats to her own tunes, so of course, I'm the one who did it. Fucking stereotyping assholes, if you ask me.

"So what do you wanna do first? Shall we get a drink?"

Taking a moment to think about Melissa's offer, a grin slid across my face. "Sure. But if we're going to get a drink, we're going to get a real drink."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she giggled and looked around to see if anybody had heard. "Aren't your parents going to notice?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I tipped my head to the side and gestured for her to follow me. "Who cares if they notice I'm eighteen now? Well, at least I will be in two hours, so I can make my own choices. Plus, a friend owed me a favor and this happened to be it."

Melissa was still seventeen and would be for another month, but that was okay. Her birthday being at the start of summer just meant when she did turn eighteen and we had our apartment on the West Coast, we would be able to have a lot more fun than we currently were having.

As we walked around the bonfire,

heading for my secret spot that sat off to the side, I stepped around the bushes, Revealing a dark navy blue cooler with a white top, I quickly popped open. Inside of it was a bag of ice, a couple cans of soda, and a

very large bottle of whiskey.

It didn't take me but a second to make Melissa and I a drink, and as we chug down our first glass, we quickly prepared for a second. "Shall we go find trouble?" I asked her with a mischievous smile, she nodded.

"Shit, trouble is your middle name."Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Wandering around, the last person I expected to see at my party was Lucas Vega, but there he stood on the other side of the bonfire, watching me. The flickering light of the fire cast shadows across his face as the moon rose high in the sky.

I didn't think he was going to come,

and I hadn't seen him since that day after school. But it was obvious Melissa had seen I had noticed him, and as she nudged me, I glanced over towards her. She smiled and gestured with her head for me to go speak to him. "What are you waiting for?"

"Dude, absolutely not. Lucas Vega is completely off limits. Not to mention Lux would fucking kill us both if anything happened. He isn't even my type."

"Not your type?" she laughed hysterically. "Oh, come on. I have known you for years. He is SOOOO your type, Cassie."

"Well... still, I can't. It's just asking for drama."

Rolling her eyes, she smiled at me.

"Cassie, you deserve to be happy. You can't keep putting off everything because of what Lux may say. He isn't going to have anything to do. with your life once we leave, so don't miss out on opportunities like this. Lucas Vega may be a bad boy, but he's completely fucking hot."

Something about the way she spoke about Lucas made my heart ache. She was right. I did need to make a move, but the move I currently wanted to make was not on him, it was on her.