Chapter Fifty-Two: Promise. As each minute passes by, it seems as if one more person is joining the party. It is easy for Stephanie to find Chris. She finds him in the living room, surrounded by his teammates and friends. She giggles to herself, "That's my boyfriend." As she watches proudly, three girls join the group and Steph's smile turns into a frown. She watches the scene for about a minute and all she could see was the girls flirting with the guys - Chris especially. Steph grits her teeth and begins to stomp her way over to them. She imagines herself as a giant with steam coming out of her ears on the way to crush those girls. Once there, she clears her throat loudly from behind the girls. They all divert their attention to her. "Hazel." Chris wiggles his eyebrows at her. That seems to annoy her even more. She pushes the girls aside with her hips, surprising Chris. She moves closer to him and touches his cheek. "Are you okay, babe?" "Of course I am. I should be asking you
Stephanie Valentine hops into the passenger seat of Brooke Dawson's car in the morning. "Hey," she says as she buckles her seatbelt. "Good morning," Brooke replies. "How was your night?" "Okay," she answers. "Yours?" "Normal. You ready?" Brooke asks as she grabs the steering wheel. "Yeah. Let's go," she replies and Brooke turns on the ignition and slowly backs out of the driveway. Brooke is Stephanie's best friend. They've been best friends since freshman year. Brooke drives her to school and back almost every day. They're seniors now and they're still best friends. "I know we just started senior year like two weeks ago but I can't wait for this year to be over. It has been boring so far," Brooke says giving Stephanie a quick glance. "Me too," Stephanie agrees. The ride to school goes silent for a while before Brooke decides to break it. "Did you hear about the party?" She asks. "What party?" Stephanie asks with confusion written all over her face. "The one Jason's throwin
Christopher Hayes hasn't always been like this. He wasn't a player before but things changed in his sophomore year. He liked a particular girl as a freshman, maybe even loved her. She has blonde hair and grey eyes. She's quite a beauty. She was nice and sweet but she isn't the same now. He thought he loved her but maybe he was too young to know what love was. So he approached her and they got to talking. Because of his good looks and how he has his way with girls, she agreed to go on a date with him. Christopher put his best into their first date and he did impress her. After, they went on a few more dates before he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. She agreed and they dated for the whole of freshman year. If there's one thing Christopher hates the most, it's cheating. He hates it his whole life. If you're in a relationship, be committed to it. DON'T FUCKING CHEAT. Why on earth would you go into a relationship if you ain't ready to commit? Is it to hurt your partner? Just li
It is Friday, the day of Jason's party. Right now, it's lunch break at school and Stephanie and Brooke are seated at their usual table. "It's Friday, Steph," Brooke says. "I know that B," she replies. "So have you thought about it?" Brooke asks. Stephanie looks at her with confusion written all over her face. "Thought about what?" Brooke groans and stares at her like she has sprouted another head. "You're kidding, right?" "Nope. Is there something I was supposed to think about?" Stephanie asks. Brooke isn't really surprised though. Stephanie doesn't think about things that aren't essential to her. "The party," Brooke deadpans. "You said you'll think about it. It has been two days now. Steph, don't be a killjoy." Stephanie glowers at her, "I'm not a killjoy." "YOU are going to Jason's party," Brooke commands. "What are you? My Mum?" Stephanie scoffs. "If you don't, I'll...I'll..." Brooke trails off as she looks around, thinking of something to threaten her with. Stephani
"Hey there sexy," a raspy voice draws her back to earth. She turns to see a very drunken guy ogling her with his eyes. "I can make tonight the best night of your life. Let's go upstairs," he slurs. Stephanie cringes and jumps off her stool. She looks behind him expecting to at least see Brooke or something. Where are you B? She asks within. "What do you say sexy?" The guy asks closing the distance between them. Stephanie backs away from him. Oh God! Oh God! Why did she have to come to this party? Oh yeah, her best friend threatened her. She becomes frightened. The drunken guy moves even closer before he backs away. She sighs in relief and then notices that he was pulled by someone. "I'm sorry about him," the girl that pulled him apologizes. Stephanie nods slightly not quite at ease. The girl faces the drunk guy that she's trying to hold back. "Get your shit together," she yells at him before dragging him along as she walks away. I need to find Brooke, Stephanie decides.
Chapter Five: Hair Cut Stephanie Valentine has been sitting outside for about an hour now. She decides to go in and find Brooke so they can leave. Enough has happened for tonight. She heads back into the house and checks the room where the game was played but can't find Brooke or Cole inside. She sights Chris talking to Jason but quickly leaves before he notices her. She then tries the living room and then the kitchen. And there they are, Cole and Brooke, both drunk. They're sitting at the kitchen island still having more drinks. Stephanie walks over and grabs both drinks from their hands. "Hey," Brooke yells. "Haven't you guys had enough already?" She asks them. "You look like Spongebob," Brooke tells her reaching out to touch her face. Stephanie swats her hand away. She looks at Cole and finds him staring at Brooke with a stupid smile on his face. "I like you," he tells her. "I like you too," Brooke replies with that same type of smile on her face. Stephanie face-palms. They
Christopher remained eagle-eyed for the rest of the night at Jason's party. He didn't want the girl he kissed to slip by right under his watch. He wasn't even interested in partying anymore. He looked around for her friend Brooke later on but didn't see her either. He couldn't believe they've been attending the same school since 9th grade. She's probably the quiet unpopular type. She's actually pretty, to be honest. So is her friend. He eventually decided to crash and went into Jason's room. "What's wrong man?" Jason had asked him when he told him he wanted to sleep. "I'm just tired dude," he had answered faking a yawn. Jason shrugged. The thing is that Christopher couldn't sleep immediately. When he closed his eyes, he kept remembering how his lips moved in sync with hers. The kiss wasn't even deep but it seemed to have trapped him. What the hell is this? I've never felt that way when kissing anyone not even Ivy when they were together, he had thought. And the worst part is th
ON THE Way to class, Stephanie's phone beeps and she brings it out of the pocket of her jeans to check it. Just then, she bumps into someone but luckily for her, her phone doesn't leave her grip. She looks up to see the person she bumped into, only to find a very furious-looking Ivy glaring at her. "You bitch! Are you blind or something?" Ivy yells. Poison Ivy. "I'm so...." "Shut that trap you call a mouth," Ivy yells again. Stephanie shuts up and couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Who are you anyway?" Ivy asks snootily. "I'm pretty sure she's a loser," Aspen, her best friend, more like her minion, snickers beside her. "Are you a transfer student or something? I've never seen your pathetic face before, not that I'll want to," Ivy bellows. 'Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you've never seen me before but it's so unfortunate I see you often. Who wants to be scrutinized by your bitchy eyes?' Stephanie says in a head. She continues to look down. She doesn't want Ivy to mark her face for opp