It seems like forever before we arrive at the small white house and I can see the people that are dancing through the window. This is going to be so dope. I haven't been to a party for a long ass time, so to be here feels a bit unfamiliar but it's going to be okay. As we approach the door ot the house, I feel that something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on what. It just feels like... something bad is going to happen. I guess it's just my anxiety that loves to kick in when I'm about to actually enjoy something. I get interrupted by the door opening up.

''Billie!'' A voice screams as Billie walks towards a blonde haired girl, hugging her tightly.

''I've missed you so much,'' I hear Billie say, making me smile a bit before walking towards them. The girl has blue eyes, slightly tanned skin and a lot of freckles spreaded all over her cheeks and forehead. She's wearing a dark blue dress and black heels that fit her perfectly. She reaches out her hand and I shake it, smiling.

''I'm Ember, nice to meet you!'' I say.

''I'm Maya, nice to meet you, too,'' she says before walking inside, signaling for us to follow her into the house. My eyes widen when I see how many people that are here tonight. We enter the crowded living room and I feel really anxious as I'm surrounded by too many people. I try to look around for an empty space where I can breath, but there are people bumping into me from every single direction there is. Billie probably notices, because she grabs my arm and pulls me towards the kitchen. I feel really dizzy as I look around in the new room. The walls are red and the floor is blue, making me even more nauseaus. How the fuck is someone thinking when they decide to have red and blue painted shit in their kitchen? There is one single counter top in the corner of the room, making me think that the kitchen isn't done yet and that they have to finish it. I really hope that they paint the walls in a different color then.

''You okay?'' Billie asks, interrupting my analysis of the kitchen before lifting me up and placing me on the counter.

''Yeah, there are just so many people here,'' I say as she pouts.

''I know, just try to relax. Take some deep breaths while I try to find water or something,'' she says before walking over the blue floor, opening every cupboard that she kind find. She cheers quietly when she finds a red colored glass, filling it with water before handing it over to me.

''Thank's babe,'' I mumble before raising the cup to my mouth and the water actually helps with calming me down. She smiles in response, resting her hands on my thighs.

After a while, I feel a lot better and we can return to the party. As I sit on the couch between Maya and Billie, talking about what Billie has been doing recently. One of her hands are resting on my thigh as I lean my head against her shoulder.

Suddenly, I see how Billie's gaze gets stuck at the hallway.

''What's going on?'' I ask as her grip on my thighs gets firm. "Billie!''

''That fucking bitch,'' she mumbles and I don't understand anything until she stands up, entering the hallway. I follow her in confusion but I stop when I see Tyler. Of course he has to be here. Did he know that me and Billie were here or was he going here anyway? It feels like my feet are stuck as Billie approaches my disgusting ex, poking his back. Tyler turns around and his eyes widen as he sees my girlfriend looking at him with anger in her eyes.

''What the fuck are you doing here?'' She asks, clenching her fists.

''What do you want?'' He asks, trying to sound confident but I can see that he is a bit scared.

''I want to know why you hurt a younger girl like that,'' she says immediately, making me gulp as I know that this conversation is not going to end well.

''You don't know shit,'' he mumbles. ''She manipulated you and you are so stupid for not seeing that.''

''She manipulated me?'' Billie scoffs. ''Do you want me to tell everyone what you have done to her?''

''Like what?'' He asks with a smile. I gotta give Tyler that he can be really smart in some situations, but Billie is probably the smartest person that I've ever known.

''Ýou assaulted her,'' she says, shaking her head as he laughs.

''You don't know what assault is, then,'' he says, making everyone giggle as they are on Tyler's side.

''And clearly your parents didn't know what abortion or condoms are,'' Billie says with a chuckle, making everyone burst out in laughter, even though the tension is insane. I can't help but cover my mouth after her hilarous comeback, trying not to laugh.

''Shut up you fucking lesbian, people like you shouldn't be on this earth,'' he says and I can't even process the sentence before Billie's hand collide with Tyler's cheek. Hard. Tyler seemed to be arrogant earlier in the conversation, but now his eyes are filled with anger as he tries to attack Billie but some guys hold him back, stopping him from doing so.

''How the fuck does it feels to be slapped two times in a couple of days?'' Billie screams, making Tyler squirm even more in the guys grips. Finally, I can move again as I snap back to reality and I run towards Billie to grab her shoulders.

''Hey, take it easy!'' I say loud for her to listen but it feels as if she doesn't even hear me. ''Billie!''

She finally turns around and looks at me with a look on her face that I haven't seen before. It's impossible to tell how she is feeling, but I can tell that she has been feeling better.

''Let's go home,'' I say, biting my lip as I saw that some girls were recording Billie as she talked to Tyler.

''Why?-''

''Billie! We're leaving now!'' I say, grabbing her hand harschly before walking towards the door. As we reach the road and begin to walk back home, I feel really stressed.

''What were you thinking?'' I yell after turning around.

''What? I defended you!'' She says, shaking her head.

''There were hundreds of people in there and I saw that they were recording! What will everyone think when a video of you slapping a guy goes viral?'' I snap, making her turn quiet.

''Shit,'' she mumbles, putting a hand on her forehead.

We are in some deep shit.