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repeatedly stepped on and bumped into. Finally, someone knocked me right into a wall and I decided to just stay put until a path opened up. At this point, it was looking like I was going to need Moses for that.
    I clicked my tongue, the slight pounding in my head returning , as the speaker next to me blared out something from the phone plugged into it.
    “It could be worse,” I told myself, folding my arms and leaning against the wall.
    Several songs went by. Every now and then I would catch a glimpse of Sy, dancing with different girls. Ash seemed to have claimed the most time with him though, turning up twice as much as the others. I stayed in my spot, content to wait for everything to be over. I fervently hoped that Sy continued to remember not to drink and—most of all—that he’d remembered I was here with him. I didn’t want him running off with someone and leaving me here to call Mom for help.
    Another hour or so passed by , I found myself on the floor, legs crossed as I waited for any signs of an end coming near.
    “Why did you bring her? I would have come as your date.” Ash was yelling on the other side of the speaker, unaware that I was within hearing distance.
    “She’s not my date,” Sy shouted back. “She’s my friend. I brought her because I thought she could use some fun.”
    “Yeah, right!” Ash snorted. “I haven’t seen her anywhere. What a kill joy, right?”
    “Give her a break,” Sy said. “She hasn’t been out in a while.”
    “I can tell,” Ash continued. “She looks like she’s been living under a rock her whole life.”
    I looked down at my t-shirt and jeans, wondering what in the world she was talking about.
    “Be nice, Ash. Seriously.”
    “Seriously, you should just kiss me now.”
    White-hot jealousy shot through me and I jumped to my feet. They were dancing so close that I almost couldn’t tell who was who. Sy had one hand at her neck and was smiling.
    Tears pricked in my eyes while I fought my way through the crowd and down the hall to the bathroom.
    What is wrong with me? I thought as I pushed past people. I’m jealous?!
    Finally , I reached the door I wanted and flung it open, ready to collapse against the toilet and get all my unexplained feelings and tears out. However, it appeared that someone already had the same idea.
    “Sorry,” I mumbled, turning to leave.
    “Wait,” the boy’s muffled voice called.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, turning around to help him up.
    There was a weird look on his face as he looked at me, eyes bugging out of his head. I knew that look.
    “Oh, please, no!”
    But I was too late. A scream tore from my throat as vomit cascaded out of his mouth and all over the front of me.
    S houts in the living room started erupting and I saw the flashing of blue and red bouncing off the hall wall out of the corner of my eye.
    “The cops are here, run!” someone hollered, shoving people out of the way as he ran down the hall.
    “Why do we need to run?” I asked in a panic.
    “There was pot everywhere, dude. We were smoking it outside and some of it got baked into the food.” The guy who had just puked all over me smiled, obviously high, and then headed for the tiny bathroom window.
    “You’re not serious!” I yelled. He ignored me, angering me further. “There’s no way you can fit through that!”
    I heard the front door being kicked in and more screams coming from the rest of the house as he jumped on the toilet and began to pry the screen off the opening. Looking down at my clothes I sighed in frustration. There was probably a one thousand percent chance that the regurgitated food I was now covered in had illegal drugs in it. 
    “Freeze!” A voice commanded behind me. I turned, raising my hands.
    “Help!” High Guy yelled behind me, his head stuck.
    “I told you,” I muttered. 
     
     

     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    “Look, I already took all of your tests, can I just go home? Or do you need me to pee some more?”
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