"See this isn't so bad?" Tasha asked swaying to the beat of the music. I sipped from my red plastic cup of soda. There would be no alcohol for me, I was designated driver tonight, and every night. But I almost wish I wasn't, I was going to need a buzz if I was going to have to deal with people asking if my haircut was inspired by Amber Rose all night.

"I guess," I replied. The music selection isn't too bad, there had been no Chainsmokers.

And Nick had enough booze to supply a small liquor store. His house was everything I thought it would be-giant. His living room could fit my entire apartment in it, his back yard looked like it belonged in the playboy mansion. But that's just the stuff I had seen, there was still way more house than that.

"Oh, loosen up, Maya," Tasha groaned. "You just got your first apartment. And look around you," she waved her arms around her. "We're in a fucking mansion. Pull the stick out of your ass and have some fun!"

"I'm trying," I lied. I wasn't. I was just trying to stay the appropriate amount of time before making a polite exit.

Tasha knew this, and she called me out on it. "No, you're not. You look like you're judging everyone here."

"I'm sorry." I'm not. "I didn't mean to look like that."

"It's fine. I know you have resting bitch face," she said taking a sip from her cup. "Just try to enjoy yourself. Flirt with a boy... or girl, that's what I plan to do." She looked over my shoulder and smiled.

I turned to see who she was looking at. A girl with shoulder length blonde hair stood on the other side of the room. She had a nice tan, and her boobsmade me feel flat-chested. And I was a proud C cup. Great, prep school Barbie.

"I have to go, I'll see you later," she said moving past me. "And remember what I said."

"I'll try my best," I promised. She left me to go flirt with Barbie in the corner, leaving me alone. Nia and Marcus disappeared shortly after we got here. They act like they haven't seen each other in months, when it's only been twenty-four hours.

Sam was showing Lavender how to play Super Mario on some handheld console he had, and it didn't look like they would be done for a while. I didn't know anyone else at the party, and I didn't want to get to know anyone else, so I decided to go upstairs.

Most of the party was downstairs. Besides the few people that were searching for a place to hook up the upstairs was completely void of partygoers.

I was just looking for a place to sit and serve my "resting bitch face" in peace. I opened a door praying that I wouldn't catch anyone having sex.

I felt relieved as I walked in-no fornication was happening here.

I had stepped into a bedroom that was nicer than any room I had ever been in. It was obviously somebody's bedroom, a large bed stood in the corner of the room, that made my cheap Ikea bed I bought look like a crib. A mini fridge, entertainment system complete with a flat screen TV, DVD player, sound system, and probably every gaming system in existence. Whoever's room this was had a pretty sweet movie collection too.

Plopping back on the large couch that sat in the middle of the room, I let out a large sigh. Now this is the type of celebration I'm talking about. All alone with nobody to bother me, it's perfect.

I was scrolling through Pinterest looking for inspiration for my new apartment when someone opened the bedroom door.

It was Nick. His dirty blonde hair was pushed out of his face, and dark stubble framed his jawline. He wore a tight white t-shirt and ripped jeans.

"Hey," he said, walking further into the room. He didn't even seem surprised to see me here.

"Hey," I replied putting my phone down.

"Were you not enjoying the party?" he asked sitting with me on the couch.

"Not really," I replied honestly. "No offense, or anything." I didn't want to seem like a total bitch.

"Me either," he sighed leaning his head on the back of the couch.

He took another sip from his Redbull. "You know if you drink enough of those you could have a heart attack," I warned him.

"Hmm, that's too bad," he said looking at the can. "Where will I get my energy from then?"

"I guess you'll have to drink coffee like the rest of the world."

"But coffee tastes terrible," he grimaced.

"Coffee is one of God's greatest gifts," I said in mock horror. "And it tastes better than that gasoline in a can that you're drinking."

He chuckled, "I don't think so."

"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree."

"Just make sure to call the ambulance if I have a heart attack."

"Will do." I won't be having the murder of a rich white boy on my hands. "Do you want me to let everyone know first or do you want me to wait until the ambulance comes?"

"Wait until the ambulance comes," he shrugged. "What type of host would I be if I didn't make a dramatic exit."

"The kind that vanishes upstairs to escape his guests."

He chuckled, "You're right, but it wasn't just the guests it was other things."

"Anything you want to tell a complete stranger about?"

He looked over at me, before sighing. "My ex-girlfriend is here."

"And you hate her," I guessed.

"No," he replied. "I don't hate her, and she doesn't hate me either."

"That's too bad." I didn't mean to say it the sarcasm just slips out sometimes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

But instead of getting mad at me, he just laughed. "It's okay."

"If you don't hate each other what's the big deal about her being here?"

"Nothing, I guess. It's just awkward," he explained. "We were together for a long time."

"Why'd you break up?" I asked. He hesitated. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"She broke up with me," he confessed. Yikes, wasn't expecting that.

I knew there had to be something wrong with him, he's too good looking. "What did you do?" I bet he cheated. He looks like a cheater.

"Why did I have to do something?" he asked suddenly defensive. "Why couldn't she have just wanted to break up with me?" He definitely cheated.

"Okay." Rephrasing the question, I asked. "Why did she break up with you?"

He shrugged. "She just didn't want to be with me anymore. She said she just didn't feel 'it' anymore."

I wasn't sure how to respond. Usually I could care less about men's feelings, but I couldn't help but feel bad for him. "I'm...sorry." I think that's the right thing to say. Isn't that what people say when people break up?

Marcus is Nia's first boyfriend, and Tasha bounces back from guys, and girls, so fast I barely have time to keep up.

"Don't be," he told me. "I'm glad she had the balls to do what I couldn't. I hadn't felt 'it' in a long time either. I should have broken up with her a long time ago."

"Why didn't you?"

Who am I? I need to slow down on the drinks, because I don't ask people questions like this. And I'm not too fond of talking to guys, I barely know, about their personal lives. But here I am talking to Nick about his personal life.

More specifically his ex-girlfriend, who I'm feeling oddly jealous of. Yeah, that's it, no more jungle juice for me.

I was just about to excuse myself when his bedroom door opened. "Hey, there you are," Sam said his video game still in his hand. "We were looking for you."

Sam came in and it seemed like everyone else followed. First it was Lavender, then Marcus and Nia strolled in hand in hand, Tasha came in last her lipstick smeared slightly. I'm guessing things went well with prep school Barbie.

"I knew you were hiding," Tasha said sitting next to me on Nick's couch.

"What was I supposed to do?" I asked her. "You left me all by myself."

"You were supposed to socialize," She pulled a small mirror from her purse, and began fixing her lipstick. "Maybe meet some new people."

"Meeting new people is overrated."

I heard Nick chuckle next to me. Tasha didn't find it funny at all.

She let out a deep sigh. "Oh, Maya, what am I going to do with you?"

"Kill me," I deadpanned. She rolled her eyes, ignoring me. I looked down at the time on my phone. It was only eleven-thirty, but I think it's time for me to make my exit.

"I should get going."

"But you just got here?" Sam said from one of the bean bag chairs on the floor.

Actually, I got here two hours ago. "I, we, have a long day of moving tomorrow." There was a look of visible discomfort on Lavender and Nia's faces.

Tasha groaned next to me, "Don't remind me. I'm happy that you've got your own place and everything, but I'm not looking forward to building your furniture tomorrow."

"You got an apartment?" Nick asked.

"Yep, just got the keys today." Even saying that made me giddy inside. It's still unreal to me.

"That's great, Maya," Marcus said from the other side of the couch.

"That's so cool," said Sam.

"You know what would be a great idea," Nia said sitting up in Marcus's lap. "If you guys came and helped us?"

"You don't have to do that," I said quickly. What is she doing?

"Why not? It's not like you're doing anything tomorrow?" Nia said to Marcus in particular.

"It's okay Maya, I can come," he replied. He wasn't going to say no to her, and she knew it.

"I can come too," Nick said. "Sam?"

"Oh, yeah, I can come too," he replied not even looking up from his video game.

Suddenly, I got this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. They were going to see my apartment, my apartment with the peeling paint and drafty floors. Suddenly, Nick's room felt enormous, I began to feel self-conscious just thinking about them being there.

"Thank God," Tasha said relieved. "I just got my nails done, and I can't afford to break one before the first day of school. I've coordinated my outfit to fit perfectly."

I rolled my eyes. Why am I not surprised? "I hope that your nails don't get in the way of your decorating skills."

"Oh, never. You know I have the Midas touch." She shrugged.

"You know that story didn't end well, right?"

She sighed. "You know what I meant."

"So what time should be there tomorrow?" asked Nick.

"Ten a.m. should be fine." That would give me enough time to get the hell out of Roxanne's, and get my things from Nia's house. Her grandma was kind enough to let me use her garage as a storage unit. I had all the things Nia and Tasha had helped me pick out at Ikea, and some awesome yard sale finds. I got an awesome deal on a mustard yellow couch. Forty bucks and no stains, I had to have it.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied. "Where is your apartment?"

"Glendale."

"Nice," he hummed. "We were there earlier today. I had to sell a car."

A few? "Do you sell cars often?"

"Uh, no I just started doing some work on some and reselling them."

"Nice," I nodded. I remember he'd told me something about this before, but I'd never seen any of his work before.

"So will there be food tomorrow, or are you planning on starving us?" Lavender asked from the floor. Is all that girl thinks about is food?

"If you do a good job I might buy you a pizza," I told her. "But seriously we should get going anyway."

Tasha groaned, "Come on, mom, you never let us have any fun." I looked at the purplish hickey that just peeked from the collar of her shirt.

"You look like you've had more than enough fun to me."

She pulled her shirt closer to her chest hiding it. "Just let me go to the bathroom first."

"I'll meet you by the car."

"So should I bring anything tomorrow?" Nick asked.

I tried to think of something. "Uh, tools I guess. And try not to drink too many Red Bulls, I don't want you to have a heart attack."

He smiled tightly. "I'll just have to drink coffee then."

"I think that's a great idea."

"I'll see you tomorrow," he laughed.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."