Then Came You Read Online Free

clothes that seem suitable for a party. I stare at my wardrobe for ages, trying to decide which jumper is the partiest of them all. The answer; none of them. I finally find a peachy coloured top with a pearly effect and low neckline that seems to be reasonable for a party, and I team it with dark blue skinnies and pink converse.
    Finally happy with the outfit, I brush out my hair so it falls in long black waves down my back and put on my dark brown leather jacket. I grin a little at my reflection, this is as good as it gets. I walk downstairs with my back in my arms, walking into the livingroom where dad is sprawled on the old couch, already drinking himself into oblivion.
    “Dad, I’m going to a friend’s house for the night, is that okay?” I ask him, waiting for an answer. He grunts in reply, turning up the volume on the TV. “Okay, then,” I hesitate, feeling more than a little put out that he doesn’t seem to care. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
    “Lock the door on your way out,” he grumbles, swigging back more beer from the bottle, not even looking at me. It’s like he doesn’t want to know that I’m here.
    I don’t say anything else, my earlier good mood fading a little, leaving me feeling deflated. My shoulders slump as I walk out the front door and I make sure to lock it behind me. Maybe if dad paid attention to me, I would be able to get through this easier – if I just had someone I could talk to.
    Dana had arranged for me to meet her at the bottom of the street, claiming that she lived really close by and it’s on her way. By the time I walk over there, she’s waiting in the car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she waits. I hop in the passenger’s side and grin at her as I do my seatbelt.
    “Sorry I’m late. Were you waiting for long?”
    “Nah,” she waves her hand dismissively, grinning back at me. “Are you all belted up and ready? Because we have a party to go to!”
    I grin at her as she waves her free hand in the air, bouncing up and down in her seat. She looks like a poster child for bad-girl Goth, with a black tank top, showing her tattoo sleeves, black shorts, red patterned tights and black doc martins, her platinum hair piled on top of her head and her eyes painted black. I almost can’t see her fingers from all the rings she’s wearing.
    Despite the grin on my face, I’m nervous. This is my first high school party since… forever, and I don’t know what to expect. Remy’s brother was in college, so this won’t exactly be a high school party, despite the fact that quite a few people from out school are invited. What if I make a fool of myself?
    By the time Dana pulls up outside a house, I’m a bag of nerves. There are already a few cars parked outside the mini-mansion and teenagers are loitering in the yard, stumbling a bit in their drunken haze. I could hear the loud laughter from here. Dana turned to look at me and her brow furrowed a little.
    “You okay?” she asked me, sensing my nervousness.
    I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat and turning to grin back at her. “Yeah, sure. Let’s just get in there!”
    Okay, so maybe that was a little too over-eager, but hey, I was scared. I mean, anything can happen at these kind of parties. I’m just going to have to stay by Dana’s side until I find someone else.
    As soon as we walk into the loud, crazy house, that plan is thrown right out of the window – as well as the TV – when I am pushed out of Dana’s eyesight by a drunken girl who stumbles into me. Note to self – high heels and alcohol never work.
    “Hey, who ish you?” she slurs, giggling as she is pulled back by her friend. The girl, who looks pretty miffed to be her bodyguard, shrugs at me apologetically.
    “Sorry about her, she really can’t handle her drink.”
    “No problem,” I smile shyly at her before turning away. That girl had been wearing jeans and a camisole, but the way she held herself made it obvious she was