Cara thought that the guy I liked was also a sophomore but Ethan was a junior. Many girls liked him and he could have had any girl he wanted. He had short blond hair, sky-blue eyes and slightly pale skin. In my opinion, he looked perfect. Cara made a list of good-looking sophomore guys.

"Is he even in the list?" she asked me impatiently during lunchtime.

"No, he's not. I'm not gonna tell you, no matter how hard you try."

"Who are you talking about?" Jeremy asked, interrupting our small conversation.

"No one," I replied.

"She has a crush on someone and I'm trying to figure out who he is," Cara explained to Jeremy.

"This is supposed to be my business, only my business, not yours or anyone's," I told them.

As I stood up from my seat, Cara said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to help you." After an awkward silence, she added, "Is it Jeremy?"

"No!" I couldn't take it anymore. I turned away and left.

On my way to my locker, I bumped into Ethan as I turned around a corner.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I wasn't watching where I'm going."

"It's fine. I wasn't watching either."

"Hey you're Amy, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked him surprised that he knew my name.

"People talk," he said.

"About me?"

"About everyone," he said. "Hey my best buddy Gary is throwing a party at his house next Friday at 8 and you can come if you want." He took out a pen, cut out a piece of paper from his diary and said, "This is my number. Call me or text me if you want to come and I'll send you the address."

"Thanks," I said accepting the piece of paper with his number on it.

I felt like the luckiest girl on earth. I never thought that I would be able to actually talk to him. The moment he was talking to me, it felt as if the whole world came to a halt, nothing else mattered. I came to my senses when the bell rang.

On Thursday, I asked Cara what one should wear for a high school private party.

"Are you going to a party?" she asked me.

"I might," I replied.

"Whose party is it?"

"A guy named Gary. A friend of his invited me to the party."

"I'm coming with you," she said.

"Where?" Jeremy asked. He had a habit of jumping in the middle of a conversation.

"To a party," Cara told him. "Would you like to come with us?"

"Sure," he replied. "When?"

"I didn't invite you to the party."

"Just tell us when," Cara ordered.

"Fine! It's tomorrow night at 8."

It was a mistake to tell Cara about the party. She loved parties and celebrations. Friday afternoon I went with Cara to the mall to buy something cool to wear to the party. I bought a brown shift dress with denim bolero and brown animal print heels. Cara bought a black mini dress with a studded red jacket and glossy red heels.

"We're gonna rock that party with these dresses," Cara said on our way home.

"I hope it's not too much for a party," I said.

"It's a party! We have to make the best of it."

"I'm nervous. What if we get drunk and do something stupid?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe break the furniture? Or throw up?" I suggested.

"You worry too much," she told me. "Relax, everything's gonna be fine. I bet you're gonna need a few drinks when we get there."

"That's not gonna happen."

"We'll see."