Two Shots of Vodka

The doorbell rings and I hurry down the stair while pulling my hair back into a pony. That must be Ally. I called her and managed to persuade her into coming to the party. I am relieved to know that we can tackle this party together. It is the first high school party for both of us and I think it is fitting to attend it together.

The DJ approaches me with an enormous speaker and I step to the side. The house is filled with these enormous speakers. I will not be surprised if the neighbors call the cops. If the cops show up tonight, I will not hesitate to throw Oliver under the bus. It is his party after all.

When I reach the door, I swing it open. My face falls when I see that it is not Ally. Bloody Tyler, so full of himself. Why is he always everywhere?

"Where is Oliver?" Tyler asks without any form of greeting. I roll my eyes and they land on Jake, standing behind Tyler. I have to admit that Jake looks quite . . . He looks hot. That black leather jacket is doing Jake's figure justice