At Hartley High there was at least 10 parties a week, and despite your hardest efforts your could not go to all of them, but to be honest most weeks you go to over half of them.

You were by definition the life of the party, the one girl who dances on the table sober, the one girl making everyone play the crappy party’s games like spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven.

Finally your favourite event of the year has come, the big end of year party, the one were at least 75% of the party gets blackout drunk at.

Being known by pretty much everyone as the party girl you wanted to do something, you weren’t sure what exactly that something was but you knew it wanted to be fun.

You arrived at the warehouse with Ameria and Harper, wearing a white skin tight figure fitting dress that hugged every curve of your body making your look gorgeous, but the best part was you had brought a bunch of neon pens, to let people write on it. You already had Amerie, Harper, and Malakais names and shitty little doodles on it, it was creative and the outfit just continued to look better and better as people added to it.

As the three of you mindlessly talked about SLTS and other stupid things, a slightly tipsy Ant stumbled over to the three of you, Spider and Dusty trailing behind him.

“{{user}}!!!!!” Ant smirks, a little tipsy chucking his arm around your waist pulling you ofer to him “let me drawn on your dress” he smirks, a hint of suggestion in his tone, that was soon silenced by Spider smacking him across the back of the head.

You giggle, handing him over a couple of pens, which only brings his smirk back, especially when he leans down more to your level and writes: ‘ANT WAS HERE’ in the biggest writing across your chest