I sat there waiting for someone I knew to appear. No one came. I finished off what was ever in this cup. I was not feeling any better either. I got up, and moved around, and decided to have a look around. The music was playing so loud, I could hardly hear people telling me to come dance with them. I shook my head a bit, and smiled, and mouthed "No, thanks." 

There were red cups everywhere, and there was a couple of kegs of beer in the kitchen. People were doing keg stands. I squeezed past them. One girl’s shirt came down over her head, while doing a keg stand, exposing her breasts. She had nice breasts. Blushing, and smiling. I walked onto the back porch, and I saw Chase. He was kissing a boy, who had dark hair and slim straight jeans, and a cardigan. We were the only one’s on the porch. He pulled away from the tender kiss he was in. 

"Hey, Jeong. " 

I waved, and nodded. "Hey." I said in a soft voice. "I needed some air. Just pay me no attention." I walked past them, and leaned over the railings. At least there was someone I felt awkward being there. My life was the third wheel. I wonder if that was going to change. I am always there for people, but are they really there for me. 

The air felt nice. It was cool, but not cold. It was one of the most perfect evenings in a while. The leaves were starting to turn different colors in the light of the party lights. I couple of drunk girls had to ruin it, by walking out, giggling, and then vomiting. I watched them, then turned away. The lights came on, and Chase and the boy pushed each other away. The girls started making out with an audience of guys. I almost wanted to hurl. How could two girls kiss each other after vomiting. The guys cheered, and high fived each other. They even got me to high five them. I walked past them, and back into the house. Was that supposed to be a turn on or something? Guys can be real disgusting sometimes, but girls could be just as disgusting. I mean, sloppy, drunk kissing after vomiting? The very though produced some queasy feeling within me. 

I walked through the kitchen, where people were standing around, and drinking and talking. I grabbed a can of beer, and opened it. I drank from it. I walked through the house. I found the stairs, and got over from the older girls that were clearly drunk. I said excuse me, but drunk etiquette was not polite. It made you extremely rude apparently. 

I went into a room filled with smoke. They were sitting a circle, around this long antique looking machine, that had a cord and wand attached to it. They took turns suck on the wand, and cheered when I walked in, and tried to get me to sit with them. I declined and left. I do not know what they were smoking, but one girl looked almost vampire pale from it. I did not want any part of that thing. 

I shut the door close, and there standing in front of me was Emily. Her eyes were red like Chase was that time he surprised with a kiss. 

"Hey." She giggled. "There’s my cute boyfriend." She wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me. 

I kissed her back, and wrapped an arm around her. We kissed, standing for a minute or two. I was holding my beer to the side. 

"Hey my cute girlfriend. Where have you been?" I looked at her, and sipped my beer. 

"I was in the room with Sam. " She pointed, and giggled. "It’s a great party, right?" 

"It’s great" I said trying to be preppy. 

"I didn’t peg you as a beer drinker. I thought you were more of a cider drinker. You are just full of surprises." She said as she tapped my nose. 

Funny because I pegged her as a weed smoker. I sipped my beer. "Well, what can I say? I am just full of surprises. " 

"You sure are. " She grinned, and giggled, and kissed me, and rubbed up against me. She got me felling all hot, as we kissed. 

"There you are. " Sam said with squinted eyes. "Looks like you having fun." He said. 

"Yeah." I said, and blushed. I had half a beer left. I sipped on some more. I was feeling nervous. I did not want tonight to be the night. But Emily seems to be in that mood. I was hoping to save myself for homecoming or Prom. My stomach was in knots. 

"Excuse me." I said, and went into the bathroom. I went to the bathroom. "Jesus, sorry." I said, opening the door. There were like three couples having sex in there. I closed the door, and went downstairs and out the front door. I rounded the house, and sat on the ground. I needed to clear my head. 

"You okay?" A familiar voice said in the dark. Jesus, I cannot even get a minute alone to myself. My stomach felt worse. It could not have been the beer. I only had one, and I think whatever was in that red cup was a beer, just a different kind of beer. 

I looked around. "Yeah, I’m fine. " My voice was a bit shaky, but I held it tone. I was trying to see who it was. It was Ty. He’s dyed blonde hair. Why did all the boys at this school dye their hair blonde at this school? He came and sat beside me. 

"Having a rough night?" 

"I just needed some fresh air." I said, and sipped my beer. That made me feel worse. I feel like I was about to vomit. I hoped Ty would leave soon. 

"Yeah, Parties can be overwhelming. It’s good to get out away from the drunks, and line of sight from the traps, and drama. " 

"I have not seen any drama yet." 

"You were probably a part of it. But your sweet, I’m sure you won’t be too affected by it." He said, and pulled up some grass. He was wearing a soccer jersey that I think was the Swedish jersey, and some white shorts. He looked like I felt. Miserable. If what Ty said was true, then everything anyone did in High school was connected. I guess that is why being in independent in High School was pointless. We all affected each other by words, actions, or just by existing. We could not escape the web we had spun. 

He laid his head on my shoulder. "I sometimes just want to run away, and live in the woods for a bit, and escape all the drama. " 

I did not know what to say. " Me too." I said trying to comfort him. " finished my beer, and crushed the beer can. "Life can be hard deal with. That is why we have friends we can rely on. They pick us up, and make us forget our trouble. " 

"I guess." He said and plucked up some grass. We stayed there for another twenty minutes in silence, before he got up. "You’re a good friend, Jeong. I wish more people were like you. " I looked at him, and go up. I smiled. "I’m here for you if you need anything, alright?"  

"Alright." 

Edward found me, and he huffed, saying he had been looking for me for about an hour. It was one on the morning. "Jesus, Jeong. We have to go. I don’t want my friend to be mad at me for not taking his truck back to him. " 

"Sorry. I was outside to cool off. " 

"Let’s go. " 

I nodded, and gave Ty my number. "Text me or call me, if you need anything. " He smiled, and nodded. 

We walked back to the beat up, orange truck. I got into the passenger’s side, and looked up at the night sky, as we drove, and listened to music. 

Next Chapter: Chapter 27