by Dana Burkey
"Text my phone if you need me and can't find me. I need to go find Connor!" Tonya announced before heading off to find her boyfriend. While Summer had spent the last few months at theater camp, Tonya got to know the kicker for the football team. This was not her first party of the summer, as the girls had learned the day before. At least Morgan was as new to the party scene as Summer.
"Alright, should we go out to the pool?" Morgan asked, looking around with a grin plastered on her face. "Or get a drink?"
"You're our driver Morg, you can't drink!" Summer knew she sounded lame to anyone who could hear her, but riding in a car with a drunk driver was not something she ever wanted to experience.
"I'll be fine if I only have a little," Morgan shrugged. "If we don't drink people will know we aren't supposed to be here."
"Who cares? Parties like this are a waste of time and brain cells," Summer replied.
"Just one, I promise!" Morgan pulled Summer into the kitchen stocked with beer, party punch, Jell-o shots, and a lot of people who were clearly enjoying all three.
"I need to go to the bathroom. I'll find you in a little bit," Summer quickly announced before heading off into the house. The refreshments being offered were not ones she was interested in partaking in. Summer figured by the time she went to the bathroom and said an awkward hello to a few fellow non-drinkers she would be on her way home. Her assumption could not have been more wrong.