No Control

"Can you hurry it up? The alcohol and the people aren't over here." Callie whines impatiently.

"I'm not carrying a backpack with me all night, and this holds shit you're going to need unless you want to look and smell like a tampon all weekend." I reply and shove the backpack into my old locker.

She lowers her head, "I was going to bring a bag."

"But you knew I was going to so you didn't bother."

"Exactly," She grinned and slammed my locker closed for me.

We began walking towards the main hall, the music gradually getting louder with every step we took.

Everyone would be in the main hall, that's where the DJ, the alcohol and the fun would be. The classrooms here were like bedrooms at a house party. They were only needed if you planned on doing things that weren't exactly 'biblical.'

"I am so freaking excited!" Callie yelled, jumping slightly as we walked.

"I'm excited for the drinking part." I agree.

We were soon at the doors, Callie looked at me and winked before pushing them open. I found myself smiling as I took in the sight. It's nearly the same as every year, but it's still impressive.

The main hall was pretty big, and right now there were only about fifty people scattered around.. which is nothing to compared to how many people will be here come nine tonight. There were tables and chairs on one side of the room, a few bean-bags, and a couch.. which I have no clue as to how they got in here.

There was a DJ box set up in the corner and speakers taller than me spread though the hall, playing the music that would allow drunken girls to grind their way to chlamydia and teenage pregnancy.

Someone had set up the bar. It took up the whole back wall. It was multiple tables lined up, and I am not exaggerating when I say this, every square inch was filled with bottles of spirits, beers, vodka.. basically any alcoholic drink you could think of. There were about fifteen kegs, along with what I'm assuming are brownies and cake.

Don't be fooled, there wasn't a good girl who attended that wanted to do some after-school bake sale, those lovely treats had more pot in them then Snoop Dogg would have on a night out. If I had one of those brownies, surely I would be flying high until at least tomorrow night.

Along with the essentials of the party, people always brought random crap that was always fun to have when you're drunk. There was a twister board on the floor. a few of those mini jeeps everyone wanted as a kid.. not going to lie, my parents kept my Barbie jeep in storage all these years. There was even a bouncy castle in the corner of the room and a blow up kiddie pool in the middle.

As I said, it's the party of the year.. people go all out for it.

"Oh my god! There's a pool!" Callie gasped.

"Cal, that's a baby pool.. I'm guessing it could fit about six people at max in it."

"Who cares.. a baby pool is better than no pool. I would have been excited if there was only a bucket in the middle of the room to put your feet in."

We immediately walk over to the alcohol table. I say table, but it was almost as long as a train track. I grab a random bottle from the table, unscrew the cap and take a few gulps before my throat physically can't take the burn anymore.

"Ugh." I groan in disgust at whatever booze I just drank. "That tasted like herpes."

"COLLISION AHEAD!" I hear someone scream, and before I could process anything I feel something drive straight into my shins.

Normally, I would be able to keep my balance since it was a kiddie jeep, but because I was completely off guard, I ended up falling back and landing ass first onto the ground.

Then all I hear is laughter.

As soon as I heard that booming laugh, I knew right away that the bane of my life, the joker to my batman you could say, was the reason I was at the party less than ten minutes and was already floored. I turned my head, narrowed my eyes and sure enough in the kiddie jeep with his knees almost to his neck, was Harry Styles.

Now girls, you would think having this hot of a man laughing next to you would be a dream, right?

Even I had to admit he was something else when it came to looks. His face was flawless, pale green eyes, perfect jaw structure, dark curly hair long enough to run your hand through it.. or for my fantasy, to grip it and smash his head through a glass door.. His body was also sculpted just right, his shoulders were broad and he had just the right amount of muscle. You knew as soon as he took his shirt off in a room full of girls, there would be possible risk of flooding.

He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with various bottles of alcohol printed on it, and black converse. It was simple, but he pulled it off like he was on location for a shoot.

You see, all this would contribute towards the fact that I should be melting next to him because he was just so hot.

But that was not the feeling I had inside my body right now, not at all. What I did feel however, was a different kind of burning feeling, and it wasn't one that made me want to jump naked all over him.

This feeling fueled my next action, because as I stared at him laughing at me I found myself able to stand up, walk right over to him, and shove his shoulders as hard as I could. Due to the fact he was curled up like a ball, he had no hope of staying up, so the car and himself tipped sideways.

As soon as he hit the floor, Niall who was in the other car started laughing. His laughter was cut short though because once Callie noticed she went over to him and smacked him on the side of the head.

Niall was Harry's best friend, his partner in crime if you must, and his possible gay lover. Of course he was also quite the stunner. He had short blonde hair that was always styled up, defined feautures just like Harry's and constantly had a mysterious glint in his bright blue eyes, making you wonder if he was up to something.

"Holy shit, I'm stuck." Harry said, out of the blue. As I turn to look at him, it was now my turn to laugh. He was violently kicking his legs trying to get the car off. "Seriously guys, I'm stuck."

"That's called karma douchebag. Most people don't believe in it, but this is proof that it exists." I say though my laughter.

"Hilarious Mia, as always, but seriously I'm starting to get a little claustrophobic here."

"Claustrophobic? That's a big word for you Harry, geez."

"I have plenty of big words in my vocabulary." He smiles up at me, "If you want, after I get out of here, I can take you to a quiet room and show you all of the other big things I have to offer."

My laughter stopped, and I scowl, causing him to smirk.

"I would rather read the dictionary." I mutter.

"Shocker, little Mary doesn't want a bite." Harry laughed to himself as he lay his head back down, bringing his knees to his chest and finally kicking the car off of him.

I furrow my brows, "Little Mary?"

He doesn't reply, he just stands to his feet and brushes his now dusty jeans off.

"I'm free!" He cheers and bends over to place his hand on his lower back. "Fuck me, that knocked the air right out of me. I feel like I just won the Hunger Games."

I think about that scenario, being in the actual Hunger Games with Harry, a real excuse to kill him. I smile at the wonderful thought.

"Well that was fun, where are the rest of the village boys?" Callie asks, sitting in front of Niall's car.

"One, who said you could lean on my ride?" Niall starts, cocking his head to Callie, "And two, that village boy comment better not be used in an offensive manner."

Callie turner her head upwards to look at him, "It was intended in the manner that in the showers after gym class, you all stand in a line and suck each other off."

Niall frowns, "Yep totally offensive."

Callie smiles at him, and I look around at the familiar faces that I see here every year.

"Seriously though, where are the rest of the village boys, and Cal.. have you heard from Zayn?" I ask.

"Not at all surprisingly." Callie shrugs.

"That new group name better not catch on." Niall says.

"Liam is here somewhere, we've been here an hour and within the first twenty minutes he disappeared to have a chat with Sophia Smith." Harry answers my question.

Niall nods, "That dude works faster than a speed train."

I grin, not surprised by Liam's actions. The village boys, as we have been referring them as, is Harry and Niall's close group of friends. There are usually four of them, Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis. Many people in the school label them as mysterious and dangerous, but truthfully that's a load of bullshit. They were like a fucking squad though. Like a four man army that anybody in school would follow to battle.

"Louis didn't make it this year," Harry explained, I cock an eyebrow in surprise. Louis would never miss an event with free alcohol. "I know, we're all surprised. His parents gave him and his cousin concert tickets to Coldplay.. that lucky bastard. He flew out to Seattle yesterday."

Harry moved from his spot to the drink table, then returned with two red plastic cups a moment later. To my utter surprise, he hands me one with a smile plastered on his rosy lips.

I hesitantly reach for the cup, "What did you do to it?"

"What do you think of me Mia, I just simply went to get a drink for a lady like the gentleman my mother raised me to be."

At the mention of his mother I stiffen slightly, but then compose myself the best I can. So, I take the cup.

"Thanks."

"You are most certainly welcome beautiful." He smiles.

"I am not sleeping with you." I tell him before taking a sip of the drink.

"Ah come on Mia, nobody will know. I got you a drink and everything!"

"You didn't even pay for it!"

"Yeah, but I went through the effort of pouring it," He justified, "come on, let's do it once to get it out of our systems, and then we can pretend it never happened."

I turned to him, not even phased by his offer because I heard it a million other times. He once made this same offer in the middle of my mother's birthday dinner by spelling out the word 'sex?' on his plate with his corn. Watching him explain his sudden groan of pain and reddened face when I punched him in the nuts under the table was quite amusing though.

"Sleeping with you is not in my system, it may be in yous.. but it is definitely not in mine."

He smirked, "Yeah, but give me twenty minutes in any classroom and I'll be in more than just your system."

I decided to handle him the same way I did at the dinner table.

I punch him in the nuts.

Harry groaned and leaned forward, cupping his hands over his crotch. I turned back to Callie and Niall, taking a casual sip of my drink. They were both watching the whole exchange with an amused expression. It wasn't the first time either of them witnessed something like this between Harry and I.

I suddenly froze as I spotted two people on the other side of the room, glaring around in disgust as if they were on some type of farm.

"Holy shit! What are Alyssa Brown and her shadow doing here?" As I ask the question, Callie and Niall turned to where I am looking. Archie would have too if he wasn't struggling for breath while still holding his coconuts.

"No way!" Callie exclaimed as she saw them.

"Yeah, we saw them earlier, we couldn't believe it. Apparently Alyssa's dad's business is failing so they couldn't afford send her to Paris for the summer this year. " Niall says.

Alyssa Brown and Perrie Edwards were your cliche bitch duo. Those two girls were everything your stereotypical cheerleader would be, and they prided themselves on it. Their outfits at any given time probably cost more then my parents cars, and they sure as hell were quick to let everyone know it.

They were part of the rich kid squad, and normally they would never attend this party. I guess no Paris meant slumming with the normal people. In all fairness to Perrie, she was just Alyssa's shadow. She would probably be a decent human being if she didn't try so hard to impress her owner. Alyssa on the other hand was a lost cause. She overdosed on the bitch drug and there was no way she could be saved.

"Why Perrie is here is beyond me." Niall commented.

"If Alyssa couldn't go away this summer, Perrie had no choice." I reply.

"Who cares if they're here?" Harry speaks up. "They're new to the party this year and I think we should show some hospitality and welcome the newbies. And by we, I mean me and Niall."

I roll my eyes, "That girl could give you a run for your money with the amount of diseases she's carrying around with her."

It was true.. Alyssa acts so high and mighty, but everyone knows she spends all her free time bent over a surface with any male that smiles at her.

"That's the beauty of a condom. Protection for the erection. Plus, she's hot."

"Didn't you already have a go on that?" Niall asks Harry, talking about Alyssa like an amusement park ride. Although, she has probably been ridden more times than an amusement park ride.. open all season and in any weather condition.

"No, we got to like second base a few times at random house parties, but I would always be drunk and pass out before we got to the main event." Harry smiles.

"Classy." I say in distaste.

"What can I say?"

"That you really have no shame, none at all." I reply.

"What do you expect? Alyssa Brown is not the girl you wine and dine, she is a girl you fuck and chuck."

"Right well enough of this bullshit," Callie chimes in, handing each of us a shot class with clear liquid in it. "For our mission to crash the Pinegrove Party and make this year the best yet."

"That's our mission every year Cal, make a new one and make it interesting." I say.

"No. Now let's down these shots, then a couple dozen more so I get smashed to the point where I start to look at Niall as someone I would do sexual favors for."

"Here here!" The four of us cheer and take the shots.

So our traditional mission was now underway, to make this the best Pinegrove Party yet.

Oh how clueless we all were.

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