About a half-hour later with Dereck blasting Eminem and Sarah and Becca arguing about who was hotter; Harry Styles or Dylan O’Brien. I gotta it was a tough choice, one that I myself couldn’t decide but Dereck took Sarah’s side (of course) and said Dylan O’Brien was definitely the one he would want to “****”, at least, if he was gay or a girl. Becca was pissy until we reached Ryan’s house. Or should I say, Mansion.
“Is that his house?” I squeaked, my eyes wider than saucers.
“Well, this the address you gave,” Dereck said, parking in the large cult-a sack line with at least a hundred cars.
“OH My GOD! IT’S AMAZING!” Sarah shrieked.
Unfortunately, too, I had to agree with her. The house or mansion was a cross with Buckingham Palace and the White House in architecture and there was a long stone pathway that made way to a giant water fountain with three tears and marble statues of horses spritzing water. The house was made of some type of white stone or marble with grey streaks running through and have massive columns blocking the large wooden door. There were at least three rows of large windows running across it, all of then twinkling brightly like eyes. Music was bouncing off its walls and echoing down the streets and people sat under the wide porch, holding red solo cups and making out behind of the columns.
Truly, it was a sight behold but the scene just increased my anxiety tenfold.
“Is it too late to skip out of this shin-dig and go get ice cream and watch a movie?” I whimpered, backing away from the house.
“Yeah, there is no chance in hell we are leaving” they all murmured simultaneously, their eyes glued to the mansion, so much so, I thought they stopped blinking.
“Just thought I would ask,” I sighed in defeat, slumping my shoulders.
“C’mon let’s go!” Becca chirped, pulling me and Sarah up the winding driveway.
“God help me,” I groaned and Sarah just laughed at me.
“You look you’re going to meet Sir Guillotine or something,” Sarah said and I gave her my deadliest scowl.
“This is worse than Sir Guillotine,” I muttered.
“Will you just relax Lia! It’s just a party!” Becca shouted, already a jumping jellybean without the alcohol.
“That’s the whole problem,” I protested, digging my heels into the ground.
“C’mon, Lia. It’ll be fun. I promise me and Sarah will stick with you so you don’t get completely wasted, ok?” Dereck reassured, giving me a small smile.
“Fine, but you better not leave me!” I said, shaking my finger at Dereck.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Dereck promised, crossing his fingers over his heart.
“Good, now let’s go partayyyy!!!!” Becca shrieked, dragging Sarah and I up the rest of the hill with Dereck lagging behind us.
Eventually, we reached the front doors where a girl with a jet black pixie cut and blue eyes was leaning against the door. Becca reached up to ring the doorbell when the girl spoke;
“Just go on in, I assume your guests because you wouldn’t know where we lived otherwise,”
“Ok, thanks girl,” Becca chirped, giving her a bear hug and swinging open the doors with one hand. The girl gave us a weird look and asked;
“Is she always like that?”
“Basically, sorry about that,” I replied.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve seen worse. Enjoy the party,” she chuckled
We thanked her and walked into the house. Inside, the house was just as amazing, at least, of what I could make-out. It was pretty dark with multi-color disco lights bathing the surrounding in spots of confetti. There was a giant marble staircase to the side and a parlor with a baby grand piano. I was tempted to walk over to examine it but Sarah pulled me down the main hallway.
” We’ve got to stick together,” she shouted above one Justin Bieber’s new song Despicato blaring from the rooms down the hall.
I nodded and followed her and Dereck down the hallway. There were only a few passed out people in the entrance but as we moved closer to the music we ran into more people lining the hallways, mainly people grinding, making-out, taking selfies, and drinking.
You know, the “normal” party stuff.
“Yuck,” I grumbled.
Dereck laughed at me and Sarah sent me a sympathetic smile. We reached the kitchen where bowls of jungle juice and multiple kegs along with coolers of bottled liquor lined across the granite countertops. Becca would have a field day, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I jolted, remembering, Becca wasn’t with us. Where was she?
“Hey guys, did you see Becca when we walked in?” I shouted above the music.
“No, but I’m not worried about her. She can handle her alcohol,” Sarah replied, grabbing three bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, handing one to Dereck and one to me.
“Even if that’s so, I think we should probably stick together,” I argued, studying the glass bottle in my hands.
“Trust me, Lia, Becky can handle herself. She might be small and delicate looking but she is one of the feistiest women I’ve ever met,” Dereck chuckled, popping open his bottle and taking a swig.
“Yeah, don’t worry Lia. She’ll be fine. Now, are you gonna keep clutching that bottle or drink it?” Sarah added, taking her third swig from her bottle.
I sighed, popped the lid off my bottle and took a tentative sip. At first, I thought it was just plain old lemonade but then there was this weird aftertaste that tasted like… I dunno what but it was worse. I gagged, spitting it onto the floor.
“Not your thing?” Sarah asked, quirking a brown eyebrow.
I shook my head and coughed.
” Ok, try this instead,” She said, taking Mike’s Hard Lemonade and handing me a can of something.
I popped open the can and took a swig and then spit it right out, gagging again.
“Seriously? You don’t like Corona Light?” Sarah whined, taking that from me.
“Tastes like perfume,” I rasped.
Sarah and then Dereck continued taste testing me different bottles of beer and liquor (no jungle juice because it could be spiked) with the same result: me gagging and spitting it out.
“Please tell me you’re not one of those fruity drink girls,” Sarah groaned, handing me a can of ginger ale which I drank gratefully.
“Is there something wrong with that?” I asked, between gulps of soda. I had to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth.
“Those girls are just usually *******, that’s all,” Dereck answered, nursing his second Mike’s Lemonade.
“But how does liking fruity drinks make me a *****? That’s like saying all blondes are stupid!” I protested.
“They’re ******* because they are expensive to buy drinks for, not because they are literal *******. But most of them are snobby *******,” Dereck chuckled, shaking his head.
“Well, who says that I am going to have someone buy a drink for me? Let alone a fruity alcohol one? I might just stick to my Shirley Temples!” I huffed, crossing my arms.
“Seriously? Will you ever grow up?” Sarah giggled.
“Never,” I pouted, sticking my tongue out at her.
She rolled her eyes and Dereck laughed.
“C’mon, let’s play Beer Bong. The table’s open.” Dereck suggested, guiding me and Sarah with his big hands past the kitchen and into a sun porch.
“Me vs. You and Lia plays winner?” Sarah asked, picking up a plastic white ball.
“You read my mind babe,” Dereck smirked.
“So, am I keeping score?” I asked, standing in the middle of the table.
“Do you know how to play beer pong?” Dereck asked, assembling cups of beer that looked like watered down pee.
“No, but I know how to play ping pong,” I answered.
“That’s not the same Lia,” Sarah snorted, setting up her own cups.
“Then, how do you play?” I inquired.
“Simple: Try to get the ping pong ball in as many beer cups as possible. Then drink the one you get in,” Dereck explained.
“That sounds like a really stupid game,” I stated. Not as stupid as football of course but still.
“Well, no asked your opinion,” Sarah snapped and I just simply rolled my eyes.
“Let’s just play Sarah,” Dereck said and I offered Sarah a sheepish smiled.
She glared at me and I laughed.