[hider=Dynamite by Taio Cruz][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJNyjdpT1vo[/youtube][/hider] 

With many guests having arrived, the party began to reach critical mass. The music seemed a little louder, the crowd just thick enough that the average person would have to bump into a shoulder or two moving from one group to the next. The smells of leather, sweat, and marijuana melded into a perfect elixir of debauchery. Atop the house on the widow's walk, Chad watched the people trickle in, calling out to those he knew, texting his buddies on various sports teams to figure out who everyone else was. Parties like this attracted folk from other towns sometimes, and that was seldom a good thing. This wasn't Chad's first rodeo, though, and he had...methods for dealing with such folk. 

Eventually, Chad spotted who he had been looking for and decided to head downstairs. He slid the glass screen door of the widow's walk closed behind him and walked through his room, perfectly tidy save for a few pairs of shorts lying around in the general vicinity of the hamper. The room was well-furnished: a desk, a bookshelf, a trophy shelf with a few medals and several Debate Team trophies on it. Twin posters of Kobe Bryant and Lionel Messi sat on either side of his bed. Sometimes, when Chad was nervous, he would talk to the poster of Kobe. He felt nervous tonight, but he only gave it a nod. Before leaving, Chad turned to the mirror on the back of the door and took off his glasses. Light erupted from his face, so bright that it shone from under the door. Chad was used to looking at his own reflection- his eyes could handle the light. He mumbled to himself. 

"You're the man. You're the guy everyone loves. You're handsome, popular, rich, cool. Let's do this." He winked to himself, put the sunglasses back on, and stepped out of his room, being sure to lock the door behind him. As Chad walked, everyone turned and cheered his name. Chad's classic Buddy Holly smile shone brighter than his eyes as he greeted his fans, giving out handshakes and daps as he moved down the hall. A few drunk girls put their arms around him. He pretended to like it. Alex Viccio, captain of the soccer team, pushed one of the two girls, both out of towners, out of his arms to shake Chad's hand. 

"How you doin bro?" Alex said. Chad smiled and gave his old friend a hug. 

"Righteous, my man," Chad replied. "Who you got with you?" Alex turned back to his girls. 

"This is Vicky, this is Annie," he said, gesturing to each girl. "They're, what's the word again?" Vicky whispered into his ear. "Oh yeah, they're [i]bisexual.[/i]" Both of them giggled and waved to Chad. 

"Well, nice to meet you ladies," Chad said. "Where you from?" 

"York Catholic, hehehe," Vicky said. Annie was afraid to speak. Chad nodded. 

"Ah yeah? Righteous. Well, enjoy the party! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you enjoy yourself!" As Chad was about to walk away, he put a hand on Alex's shoulder and brought him in close for a whisper. 

"I told you not to bring bitches from out of town," he said. "We'll talk about this later." Then Chad pulled back, smile wide as ever, and left the hall, leaving Alex looking uneasy. 

Chad moved down the hall and stairs, past a guest room where it sounded like a guy was having his first orgasm in a girl. All of the important rooms in the house were locked, but Chad learned long ago that if you didn't give horny teenagers a way to vent their sexual urges, they would find...creative solutions. He considered banging on the door and congratulating the guy, but that seemed mean-spirited. He moved down the spiral staircase and to the party, where he saw the person who had made him leave his perch. See, Chad was king of the school, the undeniably most popular, good-looking, and well-liked kid there. But there was one thing he didn't have and hadn't in a long time- a queen. 

[i]"Grab me a drink?”[/i] Evelyn said. Chad beamed all the brighter and held up one hand. As if it were programmed, someone threw a Smirnoff Iced his way and it landed perfectly in his hand. He popped the top of the bubbly pink drink and handed it to Evelyn without skipping a beat. 

"Strawberry lemonade's my personal fav," he said. "I can get you another if you'd like. I'm glad you could make it Evelyn! Always good to have you around." he turned to Jamie and offered a fist bump. "Hey man! Calculus, third period, right?" Jamie only nodded. He stiffly looked down and returned the bump. 

"Uh...uh yeah," Jamie said, obviously smitten. "Yeah that's me! You have a...nice house!" Chad laughed heartily. 

"You bet I do," Chad said. "Mom's a great interior decorator." Chad looked down at Evelyn and noticed her mittens. That was...certainly an odd look, but Evelyn wasn't important for her fashion sense, after all. “I’m sure your house is much nicer, Evelyn.” he said. 

[hr] 

Titus caught the ping pong ball midair and looked at it in his massive hands. It was like holding a grape in his massive hands, and took quite a bit of finessing to get into a proper pong form. He looked down at the girl below him. Elle, he remembered her name was. She was in his english class once, though he was usually too busy talking or sleeping in the back to have noticed her. She was pretty- Titus was a sucker for freckles, and she had pretty brown eyes. Titus blinked and realized he had been looking at her for just a [i]little[/i] bit too long. 

“Hey big man,” Mateo said, pants around his ankles. “You pussying out or what? I got a cup over here that needs-” 

“RANDY JOHNSON,” Titus bellowed. He wound up like a pitcher and launched the ball as hard as he could at Mateo’s remaining cup. The Randy Johnson was the riskiest move in the beer pong meta of Jack Kirby high school. Knock the cup over, and you win. Miss the cup, and you had to endure the grueling naked half mile. 

The cup exploded on impact with the ball, sending water and shards of plastic flying every which way. Mateo squealed as the ball bounced off of his exposed hairy thigh, leaving a red mark. A healthy splash of water drenched the front of his boxers. Half of the crowd gasped and the other half busted out into laughter. 

“Oh dude what the fuck?” Mateo said. “Now I look like I fuckin’ pissed myself.” 

“Ah, it’ll dry,” Titus said, stretching his arm like a pitcher. “Think I’m gonna tap out now. Gotta rest my arm for the next time some hoe tries to step on my win streak.” Mateo grumbled to himself as he began to pick up shards of plastic off of the floor. 

“Fuck it yeah I’m tired of this game,” Mateo said. “Somebody else can get their fuckin’ pants pulled down.” Mateo pulled his beige cargo shorts back up as he shuffled into the kitchen. The beer pong table remained open for the next round of players. Titus grabbed a blue one-liter thermos from a table nearby and took a sip from it. Then he nervously looked back at Elle. Two kids who were making out had just moved, leaving enough space for him to squeeze in. He took a swig from his pitcher of jungle juice and, feeling emboldened, walked over. 

“Hey Elle,” he said. “You mind if I sit here? I’ll leave you plenty of space, promise.” 

On the other side of the living room, Willow’s phone buzzed. 

[code]From: Helen <3 

“Hey giiiiiiirl. U here yet? Come upstairs this shit is crazyyy”[/code] 

As Willow had known Helen for most of her life, she would know that the use of extra i’s and y’s was a surefire sign that she was high as a kite.