We packed our bags for a sleepover and Lisa was at the house right at 8' o clock. We then picked up Sherrie from her house, and Melissa called her mom from there, so we were in the clear. We weren't supposed show up to the guy's house until 10 so we just drove around for fun. I couldn't believe this was what they actually did a lot for fun. We even drove around the entire i-285, singing songs and laughing the entire time. Many of the songs I didn't recognize, so I watched Melissa and her friends belt out every word. It was so jarring comparing teen Melissa to my mother. My mother was calm, boring, and a buzzkill. It was like she had forgotten how to have fun like this. I couldn't even remember the last time she sang a song out loud if it wasn't in church.
After driving around for a few hours, it was finally time to go to the bonfire. It was at this guy's house that was pretty far outside of Buckhead. I guessed that he had a lot of land in order to have this big of a gathering. I was nervous about the fact that there would be so many people there that I didn't know. Since I knew that Melissa would most likely ditch all of us for Mike, I had to stick close to Lisa and Sherrie. They were proving to be good company to keep.
There were tons of cars lining the road of this guy's house. I could see the light of the fire in this distance, and hear the sound of music and people talking.
Melissa introduced me to so many people whom I immediately forgot their names. They were all teens Melissa knew at school. Though it was dark out, people could still tell that we looked a lot alike, and we never failed to make several of them weirded-out. In fact, the drunker they were, the stranger they thought it was.
A cup of beer was placed in my hands almost immediately. I tasted the bitter liquid, and wanted to spit it out immediately. I didn't really want to drink in the first place, especially after the last time I was drunk, but no one here had an empty hand. I decided to keep holding it for show in case people wanted to offer me more.
"Isn't this fun?" An already buzzed Melissa asked me. It was a step up from the party at Mike's, that was for sure.
"Yeah, totally." I said, trying not to sound sarcastic.
"Let's go dance!" She grabbed my free hand and pulled me toward a group of people dancing by the fire. "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" was playing, a song I actually recognized.
"She's loosening up!" Melissa shouted to no one in particular. A couple of people cheered.
I laughed. It felt so nice to relax and let myself dance to the music. I decided to stop worrying about getting back to 2015 and have one night to be free. I was going to try my best to not let anything ruin this night.
I spun to see Katherine with a group of girls surrounding her. I saw my night of fun starting to slip through my fingers.
I gathered around Melissa with Lisa and Sherrie, praying that things wouldn't escalate between the two parties.
"Katherine," Melissa said.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here," Katherine smirked. "since you've been MIA this week."
Melissa crossed her arms. "Well I'm here, and I'm just trying to have a good time with my friends. I'd appreciate it if you could not start any drama."
I silently cheered for my mom. That was one similarity I was relieved to see; my mom always stayed calm even when she was about to go off on someone.
"Oh, I'm not looking for drama either Melissa." Katherine laughed. "I'm actually looking for Mike."
At the mention of his name, Mike appeared and stood by Melissa. "What do you want, Katherine?"
Melissa slipped her arm into Mike's and pulled him closer to her. The flash in Katherine's eyes was obvious as she noticed this.
"Nothing, just that I wanted to thank you for your tutoring lessons you gave me this week." She twirled her curly blonde hair in her fingers. "They were so helpful."
Melissa didn't falter. "I'm so sure."
"Think what you want to think, little Melissa. But I think Michael has some explaining to do." Katherine said. I wanted to slap the grin off her face.
This time, Melissa didn't have an awesome comeback. I could tell that she was visibly shaken by her comment. Still, she held onto Mike.
"You know what, Katherine." I said. "Why don't you just beat it?"
She pointed her beady blue eyes at me and for a second I regretted speaking. But I knew I had to stand up for my mother.
"What did you just say?"
Deep breath. I stood out from behind Melissa so I could really face her.
"I said beat it. No one wants your skanky self around here, so don't bother us."
She scoffed. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
That's when I remembered the full beer in my hand. And that's when I made the split decision to throw it in her face.
The amber liquid splashed all over her, getting herself completely soaked.
"Oh my god you little freak!" she screamed. Laughter erupted from the entire party. She made a move to come at me, but I dodged her.
"Come at me!" I said, daring her to even try.
She just growled at me and stomped away, her friends in tow. My work here was done.
"Who is that girl?"
"I can't believe she just did that!"
"Yo, that was so bad!"
Melissa and the girls came up to me; they were practically jumping up and down.
"You are a badass!" Lisa said. Random people came up and starting high-fiving me.
Melissa patted me on the shoulder. "I didn't know you had it in you. I thought she was about to claw your eyes out!"
"Yeah, me too!" I said. The rush from humiliating her still had me on a high, but deep down I felt wrong for doing that. Melissa was proud of me for doing that now, but would she still be in the future? I had to believe that she secretly would be.
"Hey, Chrissy!" I heard Bobby's voice over the commotion, and soon he was standing right by me. "I saw what you did to Katherine, nice work!" He too gave me a high-five. People started referring me as the "beer-throwing girl." I was quickly given another drink to hold onto.
Thankfully, the party got back into full swing soon after that confrontation. More and more people came up to me and raved about how they either wished they had been the one to do it, or how they couldn't wait to see a part 2. I really hoped there would be no such thing.
After the crowd around me died down, I noticed that Melissa, Lisa, and Sherrie were nowhere to be found. I stood by the fire by myself, hoping they would return soon.
A cute, jock type guy came up to me and offered me a smile. "Hey."
He stepped dangerously close in my personal zone. "Do you wanna go somewhere and get horizontal with me?"
"Get horizontal?" What was it with the weird lingo in this time?
He laughed. "You know." He was so close I could feel his breath.
I suddenly realized what he was talking about. I pushed him away from me forcefully.
"Not even in your dreams!" Disgusting.
He brushed himself off. "Yeah well, you're not even that pretty anyway."
I rolled my eyes. "Nice one." I walked away.
"Don't mind him, he's just looking for a break from his hand."
I looked up to see Mike standing by himself. "Why are guys just so gross?"
"Hey, we're not all gross." He objected.
"I'm not so sure."
He pointed to my cup. "You're not gonna waste that one are you?"
The cup was still full. "Not if I don't have to."
"Why aren't you drinking it?" he asked. Most of the people at the party were already pretty drunk.
"Maybe I don't want to."
"Well maybe you should, since you're so uptight all the time."
"You're pretty rude, you know that?" I started backing away. I couldn't believe Melissa dated this tool.
He held his hands up. "Hey, I'm sorry. Sometimes I just say things before I think."
I stopped. "Yeah well maybe you should invest in a filter."
He smiled. "Thanks, I just might."
"So, where's Melissa?" I started looking around for her and the girls, but I still didn't see them.
"They went to go find a bathroom, I think." He said.
We both stood around awkwardly.
"I think we may have started off on the wrong foot, I think we should be friends."
I raised an eyebrow. "Friends?"
"Yeah," he ran his fingers through his hair. "I mean, why not?"
You're my mom's douchey boyfriend, maybe that's why.
"Alright, I guess." I hoped that Mike could redeem himself and refrain from hitting on me. Though I knew he and my mom would eventually break up, I wanted Mike to be a decent guy. My mom did see something in him after all.
"Cool." He said, stepping closer. "So, are you having a good time tonight?"
"Yeah, sure." I shrugged. "That thing with Katherine was a minor setback, but other than that it's been fun."
He nodded. "That was totally awesome what you did back there. Did you see the look on her face?"
"Yep, I did." I laughed lightly. "She had it coming though."
"That is true." Mike kept his eyes locked on mine. Before I knew what was happening, his face inched closer and closer to mine.
I jerked my face away and slapped him. "What the hell are you doing?"
Mike rubbed his cheek. "Ow!"
I turned to see Melissa standing right behind us.
"Your boyfriend just tried to kiss me!"
I looked back at Mike. "You shut up!"
"You two were looking awfully cozy." Melissa said. It seemed like she didn't quite believe me.
"We were just talking." I explained. "Then he tried to kiss me! Don't you believe me?"
Melissa covered her face with her hands. "I don't know what to believe! First Katherine and now you?"
I couldn't believe what was happening. "Melissa, I swear I would never do anything with this creep. I don't even understand why you're dating him in the first place! He's obviously cheating on you with Katherine." Immediately, I regretted my harsh words when I saw the look of horror on her face.
"Hey, that's a bunch of bullshit!" Mike said. He went over to Melissa and pulled her into his arms. "Don't listen to her, she's the one who's lying."
My jaw dropped. "What happened to wanting us to be friends?"
"I never said any of that."
"Are you kidding me?" I wanted to slap him again.
Melissa pushed Mike away from her. "I can't deal with this right now. I'm just going to leave." She started walking away.
I ran after her. "Wait, you're leaving?"
"Yeah," she didn't stop walking. "and I think you should find your own way back."
I stood in front of her. "Melissa, please don't be like that. I didn't do anything I swear." I felt tears spring into my eyes. "Don't just leave me here."
"I'm sorry, I just need to think right now. Have Bobby drive you back." Shee stepped around me and walked out of sight.
I took a look at the drink in my hand. From here, there wasn't much that could make this night get any worse. I downed the drink and headed back into the crowd to get another.
Many drinks later, the fight with Melissa all but forgotten, I was having time of my life dancing by myself.
"Chrissy, what are you doing?"
I saw Bobby, or rather, two of him standing next to me.
"Bobby! Come dance with me!" I pulled him closer and moved his arm up and down as if that qualified for dancing. I didn't really care. My legs started to wobble and I stumbled as I tried to get him to move.
Bobby steadied me by holding onto my shoulders. "Hey, as much as I'd love to dance right now, I think it's time to go."
"No way! The party's just starting!" I protested.
"Actually, everyone's going home," he said. "They're even putting out the fire."
I looked over to see a few guys starting to beat down the fire, confirming what Bobby said.
"Aw man. I was having so much fun."
He patted my back while throwing an arm around my shoulder to hold me up while we walked. The world was too spinny for me to see straight.
"I know, you looked like you were." He steered me in the direction of his car. "I'm gonna take you home now."
I started to laugh. "You can't take me home. Trust me, I've tried. You can't drive there."
"Oh, I see." He opened the car door and helped me in. "Can I take you to my house then?"
"I guess so. Since I can't go home." I said. He walked around and got in the driver's seat. I noticed that he had put on a pair of glasses to drive.
"You wear glasses." I said it more as a statement than a question.
"Yeah, I have to have them when I drive in the dark." He said.
"Those glasses make you look like Clark Kent."
Bobby just laughed.
My head felt like it was floating. I was having a hard time keeping it on top of my head. I started moaning.
"You doing okay?" Bobby asked.
I could feel the alcohol sloshing around in my stomach. It was threatening to come back up.
"I need you to pull over."
Bobby stopped the car immediately. I barely had any time to throw open the door and heave all the contents of my stomach onto the ground.
I barely registered Bobby patting my back. "There you go, get it all out." He said.
Once I was finally done, I sat back in the seat. "I don't think I can take being in a car right now."
"Oh, okay." Bobby said. "Do you want to go for a walk?"
"Do you even know where we are?" I felt conscious enough to be concerned for our well-being.
"Not really." He said. "I'll just turn my high beams on and we can walk a little way. Just so you can get some fresh air."
I figured it wouldn't hurt. Bobby swiftly came around the car and helped me out, all while dodging puke at his feet. There was a nice breeze that felt good on my clammy skin.
"So what did you mean when you said you couldn't go home?" Bobby said after we got started walking. "Are you afraid to go there after your fight with Melissa?"
"No, Melissa's house is not my real home."
"So where is your real home?"
Thinking about the fact that my home was in the future made me laugh. Like real, belly laugh. I laughed from deep within, and I couldn't stop. My shoulders were shaking hard and I clutched my stomach. I hoped I wouldn't throw up again.
"Don't you mean, when is my home?" I said in between breaths. As soon as I started to calm down, I'd think about it again and start laughing again. I was a real-life time traveler. If only I knew how I'd done the traveling.
My head started to spin again so I grabbed onto Bobby. He gently lowered me down into a sitting position. I finally got control of my laughter.
"You're really strange, you know that?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm very aware." I giggled. "You know what's even stranger?"
"I'm technically not even born yet." I whispered. And then the laughter started back up again. In the back of my mind, I knew what I was doing was wrong. I shouldn't be taunting him like this, but I was dying to tell someone. Carrying the weight of my secret was starting to eat away at me.
"Wow, you're even drunker than I thought you were." Bobby said.
I nodded. "I've never been this drunk in my life. I'm seeing lots of…lights. And they keep spinning."
He pointed in the direction of the lights. "Those are my headlights over there."
I squinted in that direction. "They look light floating fairy lights."
"Well, if that's what you want them to be."
I suddenly felt very tired. I leaned my head on Bobby's shoulder. It was nice to be able to rest my head, which had become quite heavy.
"I wish I could go home." I whispered. I missed everything; my friends, my life, even my parents and siblings. I felt like such an outsider in this world.
"Why can't you go home?"
"I haven't figured that out yet." I shrugged. "I know that I'm here for a reason. Once I figure that out, then I can go home."
"You sound like a crazy person, no offense."
"When you say no offense, it's still offensive."
"You're right," he sighed. "I'm sorry."
"But it is crazy I suppose. This whole thing is…crazy." I let out a huge yawn.
"I think we better get back now, don't you?" Bobby's voice seemed far away.
"Yeah…let's go…" I tried getting up, by my legs felt like jello. Bobby picked me up off the ground and practically carried me back to his car. By the time I was in my seat, I was practically almost out.
"I don't know what is going on, Chrissy," Bobby's voice was barely a whisper. "but whatever it is, I'm gonna help you figure it out."
I closed my eyes. Just like every night, I prayed I would wake up in my bed in 2015. I didn't want to be here anymore. Things were getting too complicated.
Little did I know, this was only the beginning.