(A/N: Above is a reference of Georgia)
Seventeen and no experiences. Not a part-time job she could complain about and laugh at when she got older. No friends she had any crazy stories with. No dumb, teenage mistakes she would most definitely regret as early as next week. No petty arguments with her parents, and no siblings to make fun of.
She was bored. Bored of being bored.
Even now, she sat dazedly in history, clicking her mechanical pencil enough that the lead fell out. Professor Jones was on another one of his rants. He never did stay on track with the lesson. He was an aged man with grayish brown hair, thick glasses and a thicker skull. Set in old fashioned ways, students hated him. Everything always turned into a lecture.
Just now, a student was foolish enough to ask him to recap the slide. He then proceeded to rant on and on about how their generation never paid any attention, and how they were all pretentious brats.
Something Georgia was sure all of them had heard before.
"Hey, Georgia." Annabelle whispered, elbowing the blonde. "You coming to the party tonight? Vicky's throwing it at her place."
Georgia frowned. She had no clue who Vicky was. Probably someone random in her social circle she hadn't even wanted to be in. Names sometimes just drifted in one ear and out the other. "Why would I go? I never go to those things..."
Annabelle rolled her eyes. "Come on! You're such a laze-bag. All you do is sulk around your house every weekend. Party with us! Your aunt's not strict, what's stopping you?" She raised an eyebrow. She pouted her lips when she realized Georgia wasn't cracking.
"Please?" Annabelle begged.
"Fine. Just stop talking before Jones gets onto us." She leaned back in her chair, clicking her pen. "I hate his voice. I don't want to hear it more than I have to."
"Yay!" Annabelle smiled, turning back to the smart board. Georgia eyed the brunette. Annabelle was always joyful. She always had a stupid grin on her face, from one ear to the other, and her green eyes were always lit with interest.
Georgia had always thought of how tiring it must have been. She would rather sleep than pull a smile 24/7.
Maybe that was her problem.
Georgia finally had a regret. She regretted ever agreeing to go to the party the second they pulled up. The house was big, a little too big to be in the hands of teenagers. The windows were lit up with blue and purple lights, music blaring from the open door. Drunk teenagers she had maybe seen once or twice were stumbling around in the front yard. A couple of jocks stood shirtless by the door, holding glasses filled to the brim with God knows what.
She sunk down in her car, her fingers tapping the steering wheel as she watched a drunk girl puke everything up only a few feet from her car. She turned to Annabelle who sat up straight in the passengers seat, fixing her hair.
"Do I have to go? Can't I just drop you off and jet?" She gestured to the colorful building. "This place looks like it's minutes away from being busted by the cops."
Annabelle laughed and slapped Georgia's thigh. "Come on, girl. Live a little. Have fun for once."
Georgia squinted her eyes at a girl who was pulling her shirt over her head, flashing a group of guys.
This was fun? No thanks.
"Fine." Georgia muttered, defying her own common sense. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car, wishing she had brought a jacket when cold October air hit her. She grabbed her keys and phone before locking her car door.
She didn't want to come outside and find a stranger laying in her backseat.
She followed Annabelle as she waved to all of the guys. A few of them whistled as she passed by. Georgia made sure to avoid eye contact as she passed them. She was glad she wore boots. If need be, she could kick the hell out of a guy's nuts.
Once inside, Georgia had finally looked up. Annabelle was gone, merged with the crowd of sweaty teenagers who smelled like smoke.
That didn't take long.
Georgia made her way over to a table filled with food. Chips laid out everywhere on the table, and juice had obviously been spilt on the white carpet. She knew better than to grab a cup of punch off the table. If she took a sip, who knows if she'd wake up the next day. Instead of the obviously spiked drinks, she reached for the ice dispenser, filling an empty cup with the frozen cubes.
She'd rather wait for the ice to melt to have a cup of water rather than that suspicious pink liquid.
She had drifted through the crowds, ending up at a stairwell hidden in the library. There were fewer people there, but there were still the obnoxious couples who felt the need to make out in public. It was quiet, other than the sound of lips on skin and the occasional stifled moan.
Ignoring all of it, Georgia had found herself smiling at her phone. Annabelle had sent a picture of her and some random chick with glasses. The feeble girl had managed to throw up a peace sign.
[Annabelle: Look! I found someone like you! This poor sheep is so uncomfortable here... I'm gonna keep her company until her friends come back from the toilet, okay?]
Georgia flinched when books tumbled down the steps.
"Yana! I know you've got to be fucking kidding me!" Someone hollered. "You're joking! Say you're joking!" A broken voice echoed through the library.
Georgia stood and moved off the steps, looking up at the balcony to see two girls arguing. An angry ginger held a smaller brunette by her shirt.
"Tell me now! Tell me it was a joke and I'll forget this ever happened." She demanded, pressing her forehead against the brunette's. "You don't mean it." She cried.
"Let me go, Theodora." She squeezed the ginger's wrist. When no one moved, she hollered. "Get your fucking hands off me! We're over! I hate you! You're a selfish bitch with your head in the clouds! You have no right to stop me!"
She struggled in the ginger's grip.
"You don't mean it, Yana! I'm sorry! I'll try harder! Your birthday's coming up-" She stuttered. "Let me make it up to you. I can take you to that restaurant you always wanted to go to! And that movie you wanted to watch, I can get us tickets!" Panic filled the ginger's voice as her hands began to shake. "See! See, I listen!"
Georgia and the other watchers cringed when a loud slapped silenced the argument.
Georgia move further away from the stairs as the brunette stomped her way down the stairs.
"I fucking hate you! Don't ever talk to me again!" She screamed, balling her fists. "You suck!" She cried, disappearing into the hall.
Georgia turned to the ginger who still stood at the balcony, her hand over her reddening cheek. She stared wide-eyed at the place her ex stood only moments before.
Again, Georgia moved out of the way as the ginger stormed down the stairs. This time, Georgia did not look away from the angry teen storming past her. The girl had angry tears running down her face, along with the smallest stream of blood slipping from her lip which she bit angrily.
In seconds, the library was dead silent. The only proof of an ugly breakup were the books strewn all over the stairs and the whispers of the other couples in the room.
This party was turning out to be so much fun.