Senior year is going to be the best ever! Hannah Sparks worked hard all summer to improve her figure and Alyssa's party is the best place to show it off! When she wakes up the next morning with no idea what happened, rumors fly. So much for landing the perfect guy! Her best friend Kelsie always knows the right things to say and do, but is she too good to be true? And what is up with her Mom's new spending habits?
It’s the last week of July, two weeks before my senior year begins. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Not grown up. I still feel like a child. There’s so much I want to do. I just don’t feel like this is my last year of high school. Shouldn’t I feel excited? Shouldn’t I feel on top of the world? Like I own the place, like I have won the race? I don’t. I want to crawl back into sophomore year and do it all over again.
I loved sophomore year! I had a boyfriend, Grant, I had my first kiss, and I had a life! But he moved and I grew depressed and I ate and gained weight and spent my junior year the butt of jokes, inside myself, wanting pity and getting none.
I have made some big changes this summer. My friends won’t even recognize me! I feel better than I have ever felt in my entire life! I started running this summer, lost a lot of weight and gained a body and some confidence. I’m over Grant and I’m enjoying life again. Gone is the shy, fat, blubbering girl of junior year who missed her first boyfriend even though he cheated on her. I am now skinny, I have new trendy clothes, and I am not afraid of guys. This year is going to be unlike any year before! It’s going to rock!
I’m going to the big party at Alyssa French, the head cheerleader’s, house. It’s the event of the year, every year. I have never gone any other year, but this is the last summer I’ll spend as a high schooler, and it’s going to be different.
I’m a bit freaked out. I’ve been trying to piece it all together in my head and it hasn’t worked, so I’m going to write it down.
I went to Alyssa’s party, and it was great. It started as all parties should; loud music, laughter, crowded rooms, people way too close. I wore a tight shirt with a deep V-neck and a skirt that came mid-thigh. No one knew who I was at first, because I was smokin’ hot. I was soon swept up by the popular crowd and paraded around. I was handed a beer and asked to dance by the hottest guy in school. I joined the jocks and cheerleaders in the prized circle of sofas. Then a guy who had tried all last year to cheer me up caught my eye and his jaw dropped.
“Whoa, Hannah Sparks, you are on FIRE!” Jeff always tried way too hard to sound cool around the popular people.
“Wait, YOU are Hannah Sparks?” Alyssa herself stopped sucking face long enough to give me the once-over. “Shocker!” Apparently she didn’t recognize me even though we’d been in many of the same classes since 6th grade. Talk about no attention to detail!
“Thanks! Yeah, I am Hannah Sparks.”
“I always thought you were a goody goody, no offense.” Chris Everheart, the star quarterback and Alyssa’s object of horniness for the past two years, acknowledged my presence now that his face wasn’t glued to Alyssa’s. He was hot, but I always knew he was the head cheerleader type and I had eyes on his best friend and wing-man, Chase Williams.
“None taken. This is a new me. I have changed.” I smiled winningly and threw my hair casually over my shoulder.
“I’ll say!” Chase supplied. Alyssa’s eyes narrowed and she turned Chris’s attention back to her lips. Did I make HER jealous? I blushed and played coy with Chase.
So he asked me to dance.
Then he got me a beer, and another.
And it got late, the DJ was running out of tunes to spin and half the couples had disappeared into rooms or left. The gaggles of single ladies and guys who never quite hook up at these things for lack of social aplomb had left to be home before curfew. I felt buzzed. Things got a little dizzy. I remember Chase catching me with his mouth, like, I fell into him and we made out for what felt like hours. I remember a lot of giggling. I remember feeling giddy and bubbly and warm.
I remember vaguely going upstairs, but there was a bathroom up there that I preferred, so I may just remember going to the bathroom. I remember flopping onto the couch, pulling him on me, how solid he was above me, pressing me into the cushions.
Then I woke up, upstairs, in a room, alone, naked. Well, sorta naked, I mean, I had my skirt around my waist, but my top and bra and panties were off. I had on one shoe. It was later in the morning than I thought. The light coming in was not dim. The bed was empty, sheets all rumpled, blanket on the floor, and I threw them about looking for my clothes. I got dressed. The other doors in the hallway were closed. I tiptoed down the stairs, dodging cups and napkins and plates strewn everywhere, making my way as silently as possible to the back door.
I walked down alleys, trying to avoid all human contact the whole 10 blocks to my house. By the time I slipped inside, I really had to pee. I noticed a faint drop of blood on my skivvies. Great. Starting my period. At least it waited until after the party.
And that’s another thing. When I was fat, I had regular periods, but since I started exercising fervently, they had become scarce. I decided it was God cursing me for my bender that He chose to send Mother Nature back to my loins at this very moment. I get it God, I am punished. Cramps and bloating for a week.
Only, later in the day, the pad wasn’t really bloody. Come to think of it, my stomach ached, but not really like uterine contractions. More like too much party. It bothered me at first, but I know I am healthy now, so I’m pretty sure there is nothing wrong.