The story so far:
Knowing that I didn't have my sister's beauty or grace to lure them in, I needed to concoct a plan that would land me that boyfriend.
Judging by the tatoos and smoking, and how young they looked, I figured they were probably high school drop outs, maybe into drugs, the party scene. I put on my Levis, the ones with holes in the knees and a rip across the butt. The ones mom tried to throw away. Threw on a black tank top and borrowed my little brother's flannel shirt. I parted my hair down the middle and applied a thick layer of black eye liner. Went to the fridge and threw 3 beers into my backpack.
As I crossed the street to the guys, I saw a third one emerge from the house. Wow! He was even hotter than the other two. The guy with the scoprion on his bicep nudged the one wearing a black beanie. They exchanged smug glances and turned towards me. My heart was pounding, I could never pull off a stunt like this! Yet, here I was, standing directly in front of Scorpion, Beanie, and Hottie! I took the cigarette from Beanie's hand and placed it between my lips. I reached into my backpack and offered the guys a beer. Beanie and Scorpion took one. Hottie said he preferred Whiskey. I told him maybe next time.
As we gulped down the final sips of our beers, we looked thirstily at each other.
Beanie said, "Hey, why don't you come back to our place? We have plenty more beer there, and even some Whiskey for Hottie. What do ya think, wanna continue this party off the street?"
Here it was. My chance! I might not make it to Prom at school, but who needs to dance to crappy music with girls pretending to be Cinderella? I was going to have my own, private Prom. Today.