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Chapter 2: Alternate Reality

I just got out of the shower and I had less than 15 minutes to leave the house to get to Sydney’s, talk about feeling rushed.

I looked in my closet and I saw absolutely no clothing that 1) Looked comfortable 2) was party appropriate.

I threw every piece of clothing either onto my bed or onto the floor, I pulled the last items out of my closet, a green jean jacket, a white shirt with a wavy hem and black leggings. The perfect cozy, nerdy, party outfit.

I unplugged my phone from the charger, walked down the stairs to the entry way where everyone’s shoes stay so the carpet doesn’t get ruined. I put my brown boots on, grabbed my keys, locked the door and walked to my car.

Before I left I made sure to text Sydney I was on my way, and that I’ll be their in a half an hour.

I left my drive way, my stomach nervous, but I’m behind excited to finally have some fun, Being charismatic, maybe even drink.

Maybe that won’t be such a good idea, I don’t have a high alcohol tolerance, I don’t know if I’d be having much fun sleeping in the bathroom and having to puke when I wake up.

All I know is that I will not get out of my frame of mind, I will refuse any drink from anyone but myself.


I pulled into Sydneys driveway, honking twice letting her and her guests know that I am here. It’s currently 8:00 pm, I would normally be in bed by now, I would have completed all of my assignments and homework, study volleyball games to improve my technique, and then eventually wind up falling asleep watching The Secret Life of An American Teenager. One of my favorite teen dramas, besides the obvious being The fosters.

Sydney walked out wearing a sheer shirt showing her lace bra and a black skirt her brown hair was up in a ponytail and her make-up was a natural look. She actually looked semi decent. Her friends were dressed in regular school outfits.

“Wow Sydney, it looks like you’ve met someone.”

“Did someone tell you that? I’ll be their a*s if they did.”

“Nope no one told me. You just look less...” I looked her up and down with one eyebrow raised, “Slutty” I had a smile on my face as her mouth went wide.

“Careful, you don’t want flies to fall in there. It’s a little bit stretched, you might swallow them.” I laughed.

“Well, miss b*tchy. These guys are bailing so will you just drop them off, they live up the road.” She stepped into the front seat, buckling her seat-belt on.

“Of course. I love driving people places.” I glared at Sydney. “You know you have a car Syd. It needs to be driven every once in awhile.”

“I drive it. When I have to go to Denver.”

“Why do you go out there. You literally hate driving.”

“My dying grandmother lives up there, can you just drive, the party’s two hours away.”

“Of course. Are you guys buckled in?” I looked in my rear view mirror, seeing their belts buckled. I drove off to the girls’s house, stopping to let them off. When they were safely inside I started driving on I-25 N heading toward Denver.

“Sydney you don’t understand I can’t dress like you. It’s way to awkward and I absolutely hate, hate. I hate, showing my body. Especially since my stupid parents are bible thumpers, and I myself don’t believe in the miracles of heaven, not after what he did to our family.”

“Look I get it, but you can’t blame that on the man upstairs. He is the one that--- you know what not going into it. You don’t care and it’s nonsense to try and make you believe, plus I have premarital sex so you can’t really believe that I believe in that man upstairs.”

“How about we just listen to music instead of get into this argument. I really would like to enjoy not having a lecture for once in my life.” Sydney turned on the Bluetooth radio and played her playlist she has on my Spotify account.

We sung to many songs, especially throw back ones, but as the night went on and the drive seemed to be going on forever, Sydney eventually fell asleep, when I noticed I turned the music on and jammed out to a few more songs before we eventually made it to the turn off.

“Syd wake up.”

“Huh?” she lifted her head off the window looking in my direction. “Are we there?”

“Kind of, I just need the gate code.”

“Why don’t you have it?”

“You were the one who invited me here.”

“Right. I forgot.” she reached inside her purse, pulling out her phone, looking through her endless texts finally finding the gate code number.

I swear she’s so irresponsible, and it’s really not that funny. It’s to the point that I don’t know how I became friends with her.

“9742” She read me.

I pushed each key she read to me, but the machine beeped at me and said try again. “Sydney is there something I should know about? Maybe you’re missing something?”

She looked through her texts again, I looked at her with a displeased look as she gave me a forced/worried smile.

“It’s #9742.... Sorry.”

I pushed the buttons again and the light when green, opening the gates, I pulled forward and the reflectors on each side of the road helped me see where I was going.

“Is it supposed to be this secluded?”

“What did you expect this big of a party to be out in the city where cops lurk around?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t think someone who goes to our high school would live out in the middle of nowhere and still attend Pueblo. It seems kind of far out there don’t you think?”

“The guy that’s throwing the party is a freshman in college. He’s trying to show the seniors how cool he is. And then the word got down to me and then I spread it around the high school and now look where we are.”

We finally reached the freshman College students parking lot (which was in a huge field of grass), I pulled in to a vacant spot, parking my car, waiting for Sydney to finish powdering her face.

And this is the main reason why I hate wearing make-up. It takes to long to make it perfect.

“Are you done yet, Sydney?”

“I’m done. I’m done. Let us go now, newbie.”

I got out of my car and walked with Sydney up to the steps, red carpet was laid out, and there were bright shiny lights lighting up the way to the door, which was wide open, letting anyone walk in.

“His house is big.” the music boomed loudly and people danced in each room their’s many people here and it’s distracting from everything else.

“I can’t hear you, Tessa!”

“I’ll find you later!” I yelled as Sydney disappeared into the crowd.

What do I do? Where do I go?

I walked upstairs like a lost puppy trying to find my way around to avoid the crowd and get away from the puppy dog eyes. Especially the super drunk ones.

I finally found my way to a keg stand with a bunch of red solo cups calling my name. I’m definitely going to regret this. I made my way over to the keg, grabbing the cup and filling it halfway.

“Are you sure you want to drink that?” A tall man with brown hair asked me.

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s a party, their’s supposed to be drinking involved, or did I invite myself into the wrong house?”

“It’s not beer. It’s Tequila, Samuel really likes to spend his money to piss his parents off.”

“That’s interesting because I actually like Tequila.” I chugged the whole thing and I could feel the burning in my throat, I wanted to cough but I have to seem like a college student or me and Sydney will get kicked out.

“Wow, I would have never guessed a girl as small you would be able to chug half a cup of tequila.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Collin. Who are you? I haven’t seen you on campus before.”

“I’m Tessa.” I filled up my cup with Tequila a few more times while we were talking, feeling the pressure to keep up my profile of this college student who’s studying in athletics.

“The party is dying down,I can walk you to your car if you’d like?”

“Or we could go to yours?” I said with a smile on my face drinking the last of my drink.

“I like your Idea better.” he said.

He grabbed my hand and walked my down the stairs past the crowd of drunk people and walked me to his car. I wobbled and laughed walking their as the Tequila started getting in my blood stream.

He stood in front of his white jeep wrangler, letting me know this is his car, I really wasn’t that impressed or anything, I mean it’s just a car. Plus I really didn’t see him as a trendy kind of person since he wear nice clothes and all.

He opened the passenger helping me in the car, as I almost fall down a few times.

When I looked inside it was a total beast. He had blankets in the back seat and then he had lights on his dashboard and floor, I almost felt as if I was in a spaceship.

Would it be this cool if you weren’t drunk?

“We can’t leave, I have-- a friend that I have to drive home in the morning.” he sat in the drivers seat just staring at me as I continue to ramble, I start hiccuping, and laughing after I hiccup.

After what felt like forever Collin connected his lips to mine and it shocked me. My drunk mind took over as I started kissing him back. I realized what we were doing when he started taking his shirt of and I opened the door and fell out of the car.

“Oh my God! Tessa!” in a blink of an eye I saw Collins face appear in front of me.

“I can’t have sex with you, I don’t-- I just want to go to sleep.”

“You can sleep in my car. I won’t touch you and I wasn’t going to. Especially since you’re drunk.”

“Am not. I never drink more than I can handle.”

“Well than, you’re not drunk. But you’re sleeping and I’m going to stay with you and make sure you’re okay.”

“Okay, Mcdreamy.”

“Mc Who?”

“You really need to watch Grey’s anatomy.” was the last thing I remember saying the rest of the night.

Edited June 13th, 2019

Nothing in the new edit is the same as the last

This chapter is worded completely different but it’s going in the same direction as the previous edit on June 13th, 2019.

Revised/rewritten on October 11th, 2019

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