The Notorious ‘B’
“Come on, Lizzie! You can’t be serious about going. Charlies parties always end up with the cops pounding down the doors!” Clarissa said, watching Lizzie weigh some clothes in her hands.
Lizzie rolled her hazel eyes and threw a sequined shirt at Clarissa’s face, “Look, I know. Stop worrying. This is just a one-time thing, I promise!”
Clarissa threw her hands up in the air and marched over to the window. The late August sun beat hot against her face as she stared out at the house next door, the house in which the party would be held. She could imagine it, the pounding of music everyone pretends to love, the foul aroma of beer breath, half the people with their tongues down someones throat. She cringed at the thought.
“Trey’s presence is obviously the only reason you want to go, so why don’t you just wait, oh I don’t know, a whole week? That way you’d be seeing him all day at school.”
“Because this year I’m going into school the same way I did last year: Trey being mine. He just needs a little reminder of how things were.”
“Lizzie, you know I love you, but the fact he dropped you flat after an entire year for the sole reason that you wanted to do drama over cheerleading says something.”
Lizzie stuck her freckled nose in the air, “Things are different now. We’re both more mature.”
It was Clarissa’s turn to roll her eyes. Not only did she not want to go to this party, she also didn’t want to break their tradition. Every time Charlie threw one of his parties – which happened at least once a month – she and Lizzie would make a game of watching the occurring party. The two would always watch through a little pair of binoculars and take shots of chocolate every time some unfortunate soul stumbled out the front door, a drunken mess, and end up swimming in their own barf.
One night, both girls had to take 61 chocolate shots. There was a bit of a sugar rush afterwards.
But they had been doing this for the past two years and had always broke down into a ridiculous fit of giggles at how idiotic all of those people were… Now they were the ones who had taken a dose of the Water of Stupidity. And all for and arrogant football captain.
Knock
Knock
Knock
“That would be Marcus!” Lizzie said, slipping a grey sweatshirt over her short, spiky brown ponytail. She always resorted to that sweatshirt in the end.
Another knock, and Lizzie was zipping out her bright blue room and into the dull, beige stairwell.
“Tuck in your tag!” Clarissa called after Lizzie, and Lizzie tucked in the tag of her bright green shorts.
Lizzie took the stairs three at a time, and on the last step she slipped, sending her flailing to the floor. She heard a laugh, and looked up through her bangs and out through the glass door. Standing there was Marcus’s skinning little frame shaking with laughter. Lizzie grimaced, and heaved herself up from the floor. Scowling at Marcus, she unlocked the door.
“That was not funny.” Lizzie said as seriously as a Lizzie can, before her laugh broke through the facade, “Clarissa, get down here!”
The three walked down the sidewalk while Lizzie explained the plan. Clarissa was to start a conversation with Trey and get him to look over in Lizzie and Marcus’s direction. The two of them would be pretending to be a couple and this, Lizzie was certain, would trigger the flow of jealousy. There was no doubt to her they would be back together by sunset!
At least, that’s what she hoped for as she fiddled around with her lucky coin.
Approximately thirty-nine normal seconds, but seven-hundred ninety-six hours in Lizzies mind later, the three walked into the party. Clarissa felt the wave of nausea she always gets when she smells alcohol, but she ignored it. No point in arguing with Lizzie.
Of course, Lizzie completely ignored her plan the moment she stepped through the door. She broke away from the group in search of Trey. In between the punch bowl, and a covered up TV, she finally found him. Although, he wasn’t with his usual gang of football buddies.
Instead, he was in the corner making out with no other than the notorious ‘B’.
B used to be the forth member in Lizzies group of friends… of course, that was back when she was known as Beatrice. At the beginning of the ninth grade, she left the other three to join the bottle-blonde cheerleaders. Which was part of the reason Lizzie refused to even try out for the squad.
Lizzie turned as red as B’s shirt, and started tearing through the crowd towards them. She stopped halfway across the room, because they stopped making out, probably to catch their breath. But they were now hugging, and B was facing Lizzie. Lizzie stared at B, hoping to burn off her hair that was just a little too blonde. B was generally just a little too much. From her makeup, which was just a little too heavy, to her skirt, which was just a little too short.
B caught Lizzies eye in the middle of the hug. She flashed her a sickly sweet smile, crinkled her nose, and moved her mouth back to Treys.
Lizzie faltered. She ran back to Marcus and Clarissa, who were looking for Lizzie.
“I cannot believe it!” Lizzie exclaimed, collapsing on her bed, “I knew she ditched us and dragged us through the mud, but THIS IS CROSSING THE LINE!” She screamed into her pillow.
The three had retreated back to Lizzie’s house. Clarissa was sitting by the window, and Marcus across the room from her.
“I’m sorry, Liz’, but maybe it’s for the best. I never liked the guy anyways.” Marcus said, unintentionally ruining Lizzie’s Rubix Cube.
Lizzie rolled over to Marcus, “But she knew I liked him since middle school. I saw it in her eyes. She didn’t forget. I just wish there was something I could do about it-”
Lizzie stopped, something blue caught her eye in the corner of her room. A spark light her eyes, and she rubbed her lucky coin.
“What’s your idea?” Marcus said with a weary smile. Clarissa leaned in to hear.
“I’m going to need both of you, binoculars, and a good luck charm.”
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Thank you for reading! This is merely a little snippet of a story that I may possibly turn into a book… Eventually. Keep in mind this is a first draft, unedited. So what do you think? Should I keep going? Novel? Short story series? Hmmmm?
And sorry (not sorry) for the late upload, I had a lot on my plate today! Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow!
Sincerely, Via
Sincerely, Via 