Clichés

three

the party was hosted at some mansion all the families owned in New York. it was near the ocean and very quiet overall. there was about 7 families, and they were all snobby and rich.

they all had kids, but they were in college or gone off to make millions in their own businesses that their parents can brag about. me, Casey, and Matteo were the only kids left.

me and my parents didn't talk for the rest of the night, not even at dinner with all the families.

i wore a random black dress, with my hair in a low bun.

i could feel Matteo's stares at me from across the table, trying to get my attention, but i kept my head down, staring at my plate.

i could survive this weekend without Matteo,
but not without my music.

as soon as dinner finished, i made some dumb lie that i felt sick, and headed back to my family's wing of the house, while everyone went into the entertaining room.

the house was quiet, but i could hear people still laughing from dinner.

i took my dress off, replacing it with leggings and a
t-shirt.

i called Casey right away, knowing that she would be doing nothing tonight, as halloween is tomorrow.

"hey" i said signing into the phone

i could hear her giggling, "so i'm guessing it didn't go well?"

"well i'll let you decide, i got into a 2 fights with my parents, sat through a long, boring, dinner... and OH Matteo Hayes is here!"

"WHAT? but they haven't been since his mom left!"

"i know!"

"well he's a hottie, get some dick while you can!" i could hear her sticking her tongue out through the phone.

"i could kill you right now,"

"ugh please do, Connor wants to go as the devil and the angel, that's SO basic! i mean who does he even think i am! i am anything but basic! he won't even let me be the devil!"

that's Casey for you. anything but basic.
it was kind of comforting listening to her dumb drama though, it made me forget that i was trapped in this hell hole.

"yeah thats wired.." i say pretending to listen, but now my attention is anywhere but in Casey.

i can hear my parents drunk footsteps coming down the hall.

"listen Casey, i'll call you back tomorrow, my parents are coming," i say, shutting her up from her rambles.

"good luck,"

i hang up the phone and put on shoes, to get ready for a walk.

my parents are even worse drunk.

"what are you doing?" my father asks, as they open the door to my room.

"oh just going for a walk," i say, trying to keep the conversation short.

"i bet she's going to see that boy, weren't you just sick?" my mother asks behind my father.

"i feel better, and i'm 17 mom, i don't need you controlling who i hang out with,"

"I TOLD YOU!" i mother said, facing my father with her perfect finger in the air, "that boy is controlling her!" she turns to me, "he is just with you for the money, i bet his father put him up to it-"

"mom, i'm just gonna for a walk, that's it,"

i grabbed a book, and walked out the door before she could say another word.