Alexa ↠ Corbyn Besson

Eight

-March 24th

"Get ready, we'll be there in an hour!" Bailey screamed through the phone. "I can't believe we're going to Declan's party," she yelled, right before hanging up.

I shook my head at her yelling. I don't know why she was making such a big deal about this, I mean it was only a party.

I got off of my bed and walked over to my closet. I pulled out a tight short rose gold/champagne colored dress out of the back of my closet that I wore to the last party I went to, which was Megan's for her eighteenth birthday. I went into the bathroom and did my make up before changing into the dress.

Once I was changed I straightened my hair (which took the longest amount of time, seeing how long and curly it naturally was.) When I was done I put on a pair of knee-high black heels. I heard a knock on my door so I went downstairs and opened it.

"You look hot," Bailey said, looking at me.

"Not too shabby yourself. Now, let's go," I rushed, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to the car we were all taking.

"Didn't your dad ask where you were going dressed like that?" Megan asked as Brent backed out of the driveway, nearly knocking over my trash can.

"No, he is out of town until Monday for work so I don't have to worry."

"Oh, okay."

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"Woah," I said in awe, stepping out of the car. "I knew he had a lot of money but I didn't know it was this much. There's a fucking fountain in his driveway."

"Come on," Megan said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along the concrete.

We walked into the house and were instantly surrounded my loud music, inappropriately dancing people (both girls and guys) and the strong smell of alcohol.

"I will be joining these fine people over here," Brent said, pointing to a table of beer pong.

"I'll come with," Megan said, latching their arms together and walking with them.

"You know," I started, "I wasn't expecting this party to be so average," I said, walking around.

"What do you mean?" Bailey asked. "It's a party."

"I know, but as fancy as this place is, wouldn't you expect it to be better than what I could throw at my house on a twenty-dollar budget."

"Well," she said, handing me a red cup and taking one herself. "Let me show you why this party is not so average. One, this is actually good beer." She held up the red cup and took a drink. "Two, there's this." She grabbed my arm and we walked out to the back, revealing a huge back yard that consisted of trampolines and a large pool, complete with a slide and a zipline.

"Woah. Maybe I can't pull this whole thing off for twenty dollars after all."

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-March 25th

I woke up with a pounding headache. I rolled over in bed and tried to go back to sleep, only to have my curtains ripped open, revealing the bright sunlight through my windows.

"Rise and shine sunshine," Brent said, ripping the blankets off of me.

"Go away," I moaned, covering my face with a pillow.

"Nope. Get up and take this then come downstairs," he said. "The other two are down there already, so you have to get up too," he said. "Chop chop!" he yelled in my ear before walking out and shutting me door behind him.

I contemplated staying in bed and just going to back to sleep, but I knew if Brent came in here again it would be with a cold bucket of water. I looked on my nightstand and saw two pills and a glass of water.

I took the pills and slowly stood up before making my way out to the kitchen. I just now realized that we were at Brent's house and not mine. He must have told the girl's parents that they were staying over at his house so he didn't take them home drunk out of their minds.

I walked into the kitchen and sat down beside Megan who was almost asleep.

"Bon appétit," Brent said, setting three plates of food down in front of it.

I nearly gaged at the smell.

"No, you guys need to eat if you want your hangovers to go away," he said. "All three of you better be lucky I only had two beers last night because you guys were drunk out of your minds, I literally had to carry all three of you inside when we got home. So, eat up," he said, pushing the plates towards us.

I sighed and picked up the fork, taking a small bite. Megan and Bailey followed, doing the same. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew Brent was right and that we needed to eat.

"What happened last night?" I asked, not remembering anything after seeing the back yard. "And who's clothes are these?" I asked, looking at the sweatpants and t-shirt I was wearing. I knew they weren't Brents, his were a little bigger on me than these were.

"Well, after you guys had some fun on the zipline and diving into the pool, I can't tell you. I just found you guys passed out on the couch a few hours later. And Corbyn's, he gave them to me for you after you ditched your dress to swim."

"Hey, at least I didn't wear anything to revealing underneath. I mean, I always wear spandex shorts underneath and at least a strapless bra," I pointed out.

"I know, you were the most appropriately dressed girl there," he said, eying Megan and Bailey.

Let's just say that Brent was almost always the sober one, and he couldn't really give us shit for barely having anything on while swimming at a party; he's done way worse and we've had to help them out there.

"Well, you are the honorary driver when we go to parties," Megan said.

Bailey's head shot up suddenly as if she just discovered a new species. "Did you say Corbyn gave her clothes to wear?"

"Yeah, almost as if he knew you would need them," Brent said, looking from Bailey to me.

I rested my head on the counter. "Not now," I mumbled.

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