Trying to get lucky at a party

Fresh and relieved, I was back at another party that night.

Again, I wasn't invited, just an added plus one but who cares, I wasn't the only one in that boat. This time, I felt a little more confident, I had my new friends behind me, the most popular girls at school. Socially I was better off from it and at least some other people actually knew who I was because of who I was hanging out with.

Without much experience at parties, I couldn't tell if this was a fizzer or a great night. But the mood was a little dour for a party, nobody was really dancing, some of the more popular guys had left early. If the girls didn't have their secret mission to get me laid or find me a girlfriend, they probably would have left as well.

But I just kept drinking.

And drinking.

And drinking.

When I realised I was speaking with Kyle O'Donnahoo for twenty minutes, the psychotic linebacker on the high school football team, I knew I was at least some what drunk.

Seeing where I had been for a while, Annie pulled me away from him, "I thought we agreed you were here to flirt with a girl, not a guy."

She pulled me back to the girls group, "You need to get your head back in the game."

"I was just chatting," I said, as if I was about to be interrogated.

Rose, Milly and Tayla were here in the circle, looking out at the crowd of people, seeing who they could match me up with. With a boring party, I had suddenly become their only source of entertainment.

"How about we let him pick someone out?" Tayla asked.

Milly touched me on the arm, holding it as she looked out to a group of high school seniors, "Who tickles your fancy?"

The five of them did, that's what I wanted to say.

I looked around and saw another attractive girl chatting with two other girls. Her name was Bella, she was another very popular high school student. She had a very similar body and complexion to Rose, instantly I was interested.

"I mean Bella's pretty good looki..."

"Are you fucking serious? No."

Rose looked at me with her arms crossing her chest, a stern look in her eyes. I figured the No was because she was too out of my league but I didn't understand why suggesting her would make her so angry.

"Don't you even think about Bella Thornton or any of her friends!" Rose said sternly.

I nodded quickly seeing how fired up she was to hear that name.

"Yeah... we don't exactly get along with them..." Tayla confirmed.

The other two girls nodded as well.

"I'm guessing there's a story there?" I asked.

They looked at each other before declining to give me any more details. They quickly began searching around the crowd again for someone else.

"What about Monique?" Tayla suggested, "That could work?"

Monique Cherry was way above my league, just like the other girls.

On looks alone, she could easily fit into the Saturday Night Five without anyone questioning it. Her light brown locks, petite figure with plenty of sex appeal. But her personality didn't quite fit the popular girls group.

She wasn't really a girly girl. Monique would hang with rough crowds. She smoked regularly, I had even seen her tonight out the back having a cigarette with a couple of older guys, dropouts from Templeton High.

I was reasonably drunk myself so I didn't know it at the time but so was Monique, hence why they picked her, hence why they could convince her that I was a suitable person to hook up with tonight.

"Now," Milly told me carefully, "She's not the girlfriend type... but she's pretty attractive, she's not shy and if you don't fuck it up, you're a good chance to get your dick wet."

The blonde was virtually escorting me up to Monique who she knew was out of it. Milly briefly introduced mine self to her which then led to some minor awkward conversation between just me and Monique.