[spoiler]Sorry I didn't update in time. I've got so busy in school and stuff.[/spoiler] [b]Chapter 2[/b] (It's the day of the party. Frances and Jannie are in my room, braiding my hair) Jannie: You two are so lucky to attend the party. Me: Why? Jannie: I've got to take my little sister to her ballet class, after that I've got to help my mother with the groceries, then, I've got a piano lesson to catch up. Frances: You love getting busy, don't you? Jannie: I guess. Sometimes, I like it and sometimes I don't. This time, I don't like it. Me: It's okay, we'll just spill the details and highlights of the party to you, Jannie. Jannie: Thanks a ton, Elle (looks at her watch). Oh, I've gotta go now. See you, gals. Me and Frances: See you, Jannie. (Jannie left the house) Frances: There you go (releases my braided hair). Let's go now. (we went downstairs and saw my mom) Mom: Hi, girls. You're going to Larry's party? Frances: Yes, Mrs. Lee. Mom: I love your dress, Frances. Frances: Thank you, Mrs. Lee. In fact, Elle chose this dress for me. Mom: Impressive. Well, have fun, girls. (I kissed Mom on the cheek) Me: Bye, mom. Mom: Bye. Be on time, Elaine. Me: Yes, mom. (I closed the front door and me and Frances went to her car. I hopped in) Frances: I'm wondering why Dylan can't ride you to the party. Me: He called me to say that he has some chores to do, you know his mom, very strict. Frances: It's a good thing Mrs. Tanael like you, or you'll be dead meat. Me: (smiles) Yeah.. (Finally, we arrived at the Reyes' house. France rang the doorbell. Larry opened the door for us) Larry: Hey, girls. Hey, where's Dy? Me: Who? Larry: Dylan. Where's Dylan? Me: Oh, Dylan. He has some chores to do. Larry: Oh, but he says that he has to go to the library and research. I don't believe him, he's not the library type. Me: But he said it to me himself on the phone. Dylan: (appeared from nowhere) Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter? Me: Dylan, where have you been? I thought you have some chores to do? Larry: And I thought that you have gone to the library to research. Dylan: Oh, stupid me. I forgot, I have some chores to do AND research at the library. Larry and me: Oh... Dylan: Now c'mon, let's party. (we entered the living room and beside the pool, where the food are placed in a buffet) Frances: I just hope and pray that Dylan will not get drunk tonight. Me: Yeah, I remember when he got drunk and bad-mouthed me on the karaoke. Frances: Let's just forget that, let's eat. (she dragged me to the buffet. I got a cinnamon bread and a Carbonara and took a seat with Frances) Frances: Oh no, he already took three shots of beer. Me: I hope I don't get humiliated this time. Frances: AND don't sing the karaoke this time. (by the time the party ended, Dylan approached me and grabbed me by my hand) Dylan: Let's go. I'll drive. Me: No, Dylan. You're drunk. You shouldn't drunk-drive. It's against the law. Dylan: Screw the law. Let's go. I wanna hit the sack. (He dragged me and pushed me to the passenger seat beside him. He hopped in and started the engine) Me: I think that's not- Dylan: Shut up, Elaine! Can't you see that I'm sending you home! Me: Sorry. I decided to shut up. He's not the Dylan I knew on the elevator. He's not the kind, selfless Dylan. He started to drive and the car began to drive like a snake. When I saw a light of a---TRUCK?!