“Ugh not this, what the hell do you want Dylan?” I groaned, facing my body towards him.
Oddly enough, Dylan and I were best friends years ago. We met in preschool and have gone to school together ever since. But when freshman year came around he was dating my best friend Quinn, and cheated on her, I vowed to hate him forever. So far it’s been working.
“I was coming up to workout, and I saw the car so I thought I’d say hey. Mason, Owen,” he grinned at them.
Neither of them really had a problem with him nor they didn’t need to. Besides his player, douchebag-to-girls attitude, he was a good guy.
“Well hey, now bye,” I snapped and pulled open the car door.
“Whoa, whoa, I wanted to talk to you too,” He hurried and stood in front of the car, blocking me from sitting inside.
“So you know Patrick?”
“Hate him,” I snapped quickly.
“Mhm, well him and his brother-.”
“Hate him too,” I interrupted.
“Listen to me. They’re having a party tonight, and I was told to pass on the invitation.” I was not a big fan of high school parties.
I had been to most of them, but after a certain point I got bored, or molested, and ran out as soon as I could.
“No thanks,” I started to push him out of the way.
“Hold up, Kass, you didn’t even consider!” Owen held up a hand and I stopped pushing him.
“Okay…” I said nothing for a few seconds, “There. The idea has been considered and also rejected,” I snapped.
“She’s just PMSing, we’ll be there, thanks Dylan,” Owen ignored me as I yelled at him.
“Thanks big guy, you were always my favorite anyway. See you guys tonight,” he winked and started strolling towards the stadium.
“Owen, do you have brain damage?” I asked, sitting next to him in shotgun.
“No, it’s this thing called fun. And we really should have some. It’s our last high school party Kass. Not to mention it’s already July, we won’t be here much longer,” Owen started the car.
“Damn straight you won’t ‘cause I think I’ll kill you tonight,” I fake smiled at him.
He turned his head and mirrored my smile.
“I love you sissy,” he lightly tapped my nose, and I swatted it away.
“Shut up and drive, you moron,” I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back.
“Definitely PMSing,” Owen muttered.
Mason laughed from the backseat, and I just rolled my eyes, like I always do.
“Our last high school party huh? Time flies,” Quinn sat on my bed, peering into her tiny makeup mirror.
“Funny because I don’t even wanna go,” I sighed, shifting through my closet.
“Yes you do. Actually try to have fun this time,” she came and stood next to me, looking for her own outfit.
Quinn was rich. Her parents had one of those jobs were they just kind of paid them to exist. But with all of that money she had at her fingertips, she always chose to be modest. And by modest I mean, she’ll wear all my clothes and return them two weeks later.
“I have a boyfriend Quinn, fun is not accessible,” I joked.
“Well break up with him,” she winked at me.
“Not funny,” I rolled my eyes.
I never wore dresses, out of all the high school parties I had ever been too, I never saw wearing a dress as necessary. I pulled out my spaghetti strapped, white lace crop top, and some denim shorts.
“If you wear that you have to put all your earrings in Kassidy,” Quinn was staring at the outfit in my hands as she pulled her shirt off.
I had my double piercing in both ears, and my cartilage pierced on my left.
“Because it looks hot. Just do it,” Quinn pulled on one of my other crop tops and looked at herself in the mirror.
The thing about Quinn was, we were so much alike. We both had bossy, snappy attitudes and sarcasm was our native language. I shrugged and grabbed all my earrings out of my jewelry box; I grabbed a few rings and randomly placed them on fingers.
“Kassidy Victoria Evans, get your hair out of that shitty ponytail and let it flow,” Quinn grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair tie out.
“Ow! That hurt!” I whined, rubbing my head.
“Life hurts, c’mon, let’s go,” she put the hair tie on my wrist and strutted towards the door.
“Quinn, I haven’t even changed yet!” I called after her.
I stripped off my old clothes and quickly stepped into my new ones. I slipped on some sandals, and ruffled my hair around. I grabbed my phone and some money, and a tube of Chap Stick and hurried out the door.
“Bye mom!” I called as I met Quinn at the door in the kitchen.
“Kassidy? I didn’t even know you were still here. Owen left half an hour ago,” she walked quietly into the kitchen and over to the fridge.
“Oh you know us Mrs. Evans, always fashionably late,” Quinn smiled.
“Very true, have fun girls,” my mom returned the smile and we hurried out the door.
We hopped in my car and as I was backing out, Quinn turned down the radio.
“I have a question,” her tone had changed.
“I might have an answer.”
“I know you’re my best friend Kass, and we tell each other everything but, have you ever thought about… sleeping with Mason?” she whispered the last three words and I choked on the carbon dioxide I had exhaled.
“Why the hell are you asking me this?” I stole a quick look at her as I drove down the street.
“Because, we’re all going to school in like a month, these are important things to consider,” she was calmly thinking like we were conversing about the weather.
“Well of course I’ve thought about it. He’s my boyfriend, every girl thinks about it once. Does that mean I’m going to make my thoughts a reality? No,” I replied.
I was a virgin. Quinn was virgin. Owen was a virgin, and I only know that because he prefers coming to me about all his “sex related questions and conversations” rather than my parents. Mason… was not. We started dating sophomore year, and he had lost his virginity freshman year, but not voluntarily.
“I was just wondering. I mean, it already sucks that I don’t have a boyfriend going into college, but I’m still a virgin too.”
“So?” I scrunched my nose at her.
“No one is a virgin in college, Kassidy. No one. At least you have the opportunity to lose it. And with a super hot guy,” Quinn pouted. “
Quinn Elizabeth, you are a beautiful girl, you could easily find some douchebag to hook up with tonight,” I grinned at her.
“Um no. I’d rather not get an STD.” I laughed as she squirmed in her seat, and parked across the street from the mansion that Patrick and his younger brother lived in.
Quinn and I stepped out of my car and stood in the middle of the strangely car free street. Hormonal teenagers were stumbling around, and throwing up in trashcans that were sitting in the driveway.
“The future of America, ladies and gents,” Quinn was shaking her head as we walked through the yard to the front door.
“Gotta love us teens,” I commented sarcastically.