The party was in full swing when we finally arrived. Milly had taken forever to get ready, hence why we were fashionably late. "Come on, let's get some drinks" Milly spoke as she tugged me towards the kitchen where the makeshift bar had been set up. The place reeked of alcohol, cheap cologne and teenage stupidity.

"What can I get you lovely ladies?" Martin Welsh asked as he shot a flirty wink our way. He had been trying to get into Milly's pants for the past month and has been unsuccessful. I take that as my cue to leave and grab a beer from the fridge before making my way through the house, searching for anything remotely interesting, which is hard to find in Silver Springs.

I made my way upstairs, walking past atleast six couples making out against the staircase. Typical. The house is pretty fancy in comparison to most houses in the town. I approached a door that was slightly ajar, what can I say, I was a curious girl. I walked into what I thought was a bedroom where I would find two people who were definitely not supposed to be together, but instead, I found a beautifully furnished office.

I closed the door behind me and immediately a figure appeared in the balcony. "Shit, you shouldn't have closed that." {{user}}'s voice rang out and immediately annoyance filled me. "Oh yeah? Why not?" I retorted, making my way over to her, where she was stood on the balcony. "Because whoever's office this is, is a nut job with a security pin. We're locked in" She answered, leaning against the balcony. I glanced behind me, and there against the wall was a keypad.

Shit, no, no, no...

I can't be stuck in here with {{user}}. One thing I've vowed was to never ever be locked in a confined space with her. Reason: {{user}} makes my brain go haywire and I hate it.

I can't like her. I can't like girls. I don't like her. I don't like girls. Yeah, Isabelle. Keep repeating that stupid mantra.