Ella found herself wading through hordes of party-goers about an hour after she escaped from her room. She had been relieved to find that her outfit was fitting, since everyone else was going casual. Though obsessed with makeup, Ella had never been very fashion-conscious.

The pot - which, she supposed, had been correctly expected - was coating the air indoors, and everyone was already working their way into the alcohol. She didn't exaclty hate it, but her head was already hurting enough from the fumes of drugs in the cramped space, and getting buzzed sounded like adding a sledge-hammer to the mix. Nevertheless, Ella had taken the red solo cup of booze handed to her at the door with enthusiasm, and the few sips she'd had weren't doing anything to help the pounding her head.

In the background, someone changed the music to something loud and depressing and angry from Three Days Grace, and her need to escape increased ten-fold. Hard rock and metal made her want to puke. All it was, was a guy screaming into a microphone about how life wasn't fair. Ella would admit, those singers were right. However, they were also whiny bitches.

So it came to be that the brunette was pushing herself out of a sliding glass door while trying not to get squished and ground to death, As soon as she could breath, she stealthily poured the remains of her beer cup into an exotic potted plant. She was already feeling better without the pressure of people and body heat and drugs and loud music around her, and the pool was reflecting what you could see of the stars and moon beautifully. They looked like little poked holes in a dark blue glass pane. Ella wanted to run her hands through it, and the urge to do just that was overwhelming.

Maybe she really had gotten a secondhand high off of all of the drugs or something.

It was then, when she looked up from te tantalizing pool, that she saw the glasses guy from the cafeteria. 

[i]The perks of being a wallflower, everyone! Fuck the book, this is the real life..[/i]

"Uh, hey. I'm just...gonna.." Ella made her way awkwardly over to a lounge chair and sitting on it, her legs together and elbows resting on her knees.