Party Crasher: Angie

*Warning: Drug Use*

I like laid back scenes where I can disappear into the walls, but Sam wanted to check out this party that everyone's been raving about. It's a rich kid kind of party. Expensive alcohol rummaged from their parent's liquor cabinets, and luxury cars cramping the massive yard.

We had cut school to hang out on her boat again, smoking and listening to music. When it got boring she suggested that we come here tonight, and so here we are.

It's crowded and I can't see the ground, I just have to trust where I'm stepping. Dozens dance around me.

I've got a bottle of something called Diplomático Ambassador. It's rum from the taste of it. The song changes and the crowd jumps like wild rabbits, waving their hands in the air.

"Keep going to the back!" Sam says from behind me.

Walking isn't an easy task, given that I can hardly take a step. My sneakers scrape the back of someone's foot before I finally reach the kitchen.

Victoria Dash must've been who I stepped on, because she searches the crowd intently. Her face is irritated when she spots me, and a cold smirk stretches across her lips.

She comes over, a red cup in her iced out hand. She has on more rings than I can count, and her outfit is just as pretentious. It's clear that she doesn't really come from money. She's wearing every designer accessory that she owns, I'm sure.

"I guess they're inviting anybody to these things now," she says to one of her friends.

Her friend clearly recognizes me, and I'm given the same sneer and sarcastic smile. "Well, the boys do need something to play with."

"That's right. Dan's had his fun with it, now they can each have a turn."

Sam isn't around, most likely still lost in the living room.

I match their icy gaze, though my chest burns with a raging fire. I lift the bottle to my lips for one last taste. I need something to take the edge off.

"I heard it was overrated. At least that's what he told everybody." She flips her hair in my face, turning her back to me.

Before she gets far, I bust the bottle on the wall beside her, splattering glass and rum. I'm in her face before she can speak, surprising her with the wild look in my eyes. I don't think twice, I just throw her into the living room table. It breaks instantly.

She groans when she smashes into it, her drink staining our clothes. It's not enough for me. Before long, we're rolling on the ground and pulling at the other's hair. I laugh at how weak she is, and smush her face into the floor.

We've gained an audience. They record and hype up the fight. Their cheers add fuel to the fire in my chest until it sets my soul ablaze. I feel like I could bring this whole place to the ground in smoke and fire.

"YOU SLUT!" She squeals beneath me.

Someone lifts me off of her, and I go kicking and screaming.

"Alright love, she's had enough." His accented voice is deep and unfamiliar.

I can't see him, but after fighting his hold he finally lets me go.

Her friends get her up, but once she's to her feet I bolt and everyone clears the way. I shove her into the wall, knees connecting with her side as she slaps my face. I smile at the taste of blood on my lips before smacking her to her knees.

"Ang!" Sam grabs me by the arm.

I pull back and brush myself off. "What?"

I don't get her deal. Sam doesn't care about anything, so she can't be trying to baby me now.

"What happened?"

She's confused, and most who know me would be too. I've never been in a fight before. I grab the blunt tucked behind Sam's ear, and burn it with my lighter.

"Nothing." I blow smoke Victoria's way. "I'm done here." As I leave, the crowd clears a path for me.

That was a rush! I'm on the clouds.