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[b]Location:[/b] her house --- beach partyyyy
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [s]litterally no one bc she's a fkn loser[/s] a few NPC's. 
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[quote][color=lavender][i]I've always thought that first impressions were important - wayyy too important to miss. So why does my body decide to go to absolute crap on the first day of school? I don't get it. I had to miss the day in which everyone would hug and ask about each other's summer, there would be no drama and there would most likely be chocolate. I repeat: I had to miss chocolate all because of some stupid flu. Yeah, it's most likely best that I didn't turn up and puke all over everyone but still, the first bloody day without me. I guess this party is my saving grace...[/i][/color][/quote]
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It had taken twelve phonecalls, sixteen different facebook messages and at least a hundred texts for Hayden to end up staring at herself in the mirror and regretting the chocolate-dipped strawberries she had just eaten. It wasn't obvious that she had eaten so much, and her stomach looked as flat as it usually did, but part of her was expecting her to swell up to look as full as she felt underneath the denim shorts. She was feeling miles better than she had this morning, when she had wanted to curl up and die. She had seriously been contemplating giving up on school altogether and moving to Africa. Of course, that didn't happen after she received the text about the party. She had no idea who it was from, but it had seemed to have miraculously restored her health and, before she knew it, she was singing along to her favourite playlist and burning her fingers on her straighteners. The distant honk of a horn pulled her out of her reverie and sent her flying down the stairs in a flurry of excitement, past regrets forgotten. 

[color=Thistle]"TINYYYY!" [/color]A series of oh-so-familiar squeals seemed to bounce off of the houses in Hayden's street as her friends greeted her from the car parked outside. She grinned at the sight of them hanging out of the windows and offered the girls an enthusiastic wave. Time to go back to being normal happy Hayden - no more illness. 

Hayden's mother had been reluctant to let her go after the state she had been in that morning, but finally relented after at least an hour of persuading. The blonde spared a glance back to where her mother was peeking out of the window and blew an affectionate kiss towards the woman before sliding into the car. There was seven people squeezed into a five-seater, so she was forced to sit on someone's knee. She suspected her ass was a little bony, so she attempted (and failed) to lift the majority of her weight in an awkward squatting position. The real question was: would this be worth the cramp?

The journey to the party itself consisted of a series of gushing compliments and pouting about Hayden not being there for the first day back. She was also updated on the gossip, which was primarily about Dominique, the Queen Bee, and the possible future Queen, Alyssa Green. Sure, a lot had happened, but Hayden found herself sagging in relief as nothing that concerned her directly had taken place. The small group had continued their chatting along the hike, and she let herself relax, easing into the conversation and laughing along every time someone would make a joke - usually at someone else's expense. 

[color=thistle]"You managed to get laid yet, Hay?" [/color]The question caused Hayden to flush darkly and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 

[color=pink]"Nah." [/color]She concealed her embarrassment with a short laugh. [color=pink]"Im saving myself." [/color]

[color=thistle]"You're sixteen now...you need to get some action!"[/color]

[color=pink]"I'm pretty sure my ovaries won't wither and die because I've not had sex since my sixteenth birthday." [/color]Hayden's sarcasm quickly put aside the subject and they moved on to chat about Justin Bieber...again. The recently released nudes of the guy was passed around, resulting in a round of giggles. It was moments like this that Hayden realised how bored she was with her usual way of life. She wanted to break the rules, be reckless, and have [i]fun[/i]. 

Their laughter was soon distinguished, however, as they finally arrived at the beach and took in the sight before them. Clearly a lot of effort had been put into the set up, but it was worth it. It was amazingly bright, and already bustling with teenagers laughing and drinking and dancing. She had promised herself that she wouldn't be drinking tonight, mainly due to her still unstable stomach but also down to the fact that she was worried that after a summer of partying, she might get a little too carried away on a school night. She had never been much of a drinker, but one night she had managed to perhaps cross the line just a little and she woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. There was also the fact that she was in a bush, but goodness knows how that managed to happen. 
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Her eyes grazed the crowd, focusing on anyone she recognised for a moment before pulling her eyes away. She would never admit it, but her glance was maybe searching for someone in particular. Someone with the name of-

[center][color=thistle]"Ohhh, there's that guy you like, Tiny."[/color][/center]

 A voice, one that was way [i]way[/i] too loud, belonged to a girl standing next to her - one of her best friends, Gemma. Following the girl's gaze, her eyes landed on a familiar blonde head of hair. Before anyone could notice the blood rushing to her face, Hayden grabbed Gemma's hand and wiggled her eyebrows.[color=pink] "More importantly, there's glow sticks over there."[/color] Not without affection, she rolled her eyes at Gemma's puzzled expression. [color=pink]"I need someone to [b]glow me the fuck up[/b]."[/color]

Six tubes of glow-in-the-dark paint later, the pair's arms were decorated with spirals of pink and yellow and green. Before long, however, Hayden was left alone after Gemma went off with some other guy. Her eyes drifted over to Jackson for a second once more, but she quickly dragged her gaze away in a fluster as she recognised the blonde girl speaking to him to be Summer. He was a senior, anyway, and they were polar opposites. 

Instead of approaching him, Hayden manoeuvred her way through the crowd towards the sea. She had slipped her shoes off earlier, so she strided purposefully onwards with her usual grace until she was knee-deep in the water.  It was cold, and the ends of her kimono were getting drenched, but she stood and just watched the waves, mesmerised by their rhythm. It was times like this when she yearned to just dance; she didn't even need music, just her heartbeat and the soft sighing of the waves.