As soon as I walked through the door I was hit by the scent of alcohol and wanted to bolt. But I had to restrain myself because I had promised Jackson that I would come with him to this party, that and he was practically dragging me through the door frame. The bass of the music thumped through the whole house, loud enough so that I could feel it in my chest and it followed every heartbeat, every breath until I felt my ribs buzzing with it. I didn't like this type of atmosphere and it was obvious that I didn't belong in this environment. I glanced around nervously while still holding into Jackson's arm. Two girls gave me dirty looks from the corner of the living room and I immediately kept my head down.

"Jackson, I don't like it here," I said lowly as he pulled me into the kitchen.

"Hey, it's not that bad, you have to get used to it. Besides, you owe me for taking the blame for breaking your mother's plate the other day. That and getting that poor bird out of your car grill."

I groaned, it was true that I had broken a plate and he said that it was his fault but I couldn't believe that he would use that to lure me to my first official party. Not to mention that he would even mention it again. "Fine, but I'm not going to do anything."

He gave me a nod as we entered the kitchen, him making a bee line for the red solo cups sitting on the counter. Frowning, I poured myself a glass of soda, making sure that it wasn't spiked. I didn't like it here and it was obvious. I guess that it was obvious that I didn't belong here either because people were giving me strange looks. My eyes darted from person to person in the living room as Jackson took off, pushing through the swarm of people that were here. Immediately as soon as he was out of my sight I panicked. Was he really going to leave me all alone here in a place that was to totally foreign to me? I guess he was because he was