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school, but they were a couple of grades ahead of me.
    â€œIs this the party place?” one of the guys asked.
    â€œYes, I’m Casey and this is the place where—”
    â€œYahoooo!” one of the guys screamed. They burst through the door and brushed past me. There were no introductions. They just moved upstairs. I guess there’d be time to get to know who they were later. I was sure Jen would introduce me.
    I did a quick count—four, then three and now five, plus Jen and me. That was fourteen. No matter what happened now, even if nobody else came, we had ourselves a real party. No one could accuse us of having a party and nobody showing up.

Chapter Seven
    The music surged even louder as somebody cranked the stereo up another notch. I didn’t know our sound system could go that loud.
    I’d stopped trying to count. There had to be at least twenty-five people here. It was amazing to have all the people we invited come on such short notice. I knew Jen had to be thrilled. She certainly looked happy. She was practically beaming. She wasbuzzing around, talking to people, dancing, laughing and having a great time.
    The song ended and Jen gave the boy she was dancing with a hug. Then she came into the kitchen.
    â€œGreat party!” she said.
    â€œNot bad,” I admitted.
    Jen dipped a cup into the punch bowl. She downed the whole cup in one gulp and then refilled it again.
    â€œYou should go slow on that stuff,” I warned her.
    â€œI’m burning at least as much calories as this on the dance floor.”
    â€œIt’s not the calories I’m worried about. Remember the alcohol?”
    â€œCome on, Casey, you know how little there is in here. I could drink the whole punch bowl and still drive a car.”
    â€œYou’re only fifteen. You don’t have a license.”
    â€œBut if I
did
, this stuff wouldn’t affect me. I’m hot and it’s good.”
    â€œIt’s not bad,” I agreed. I’d had two cups myself.
    â€œJust be careful. You wouldn’t want to get drunk,” she chided me.
    â€œFunny.”
    I dipped my cup into the punch bowl. Jen wasn’t the only one who was hot and thirsty. It was amazing how all the bodies in the house heated the place up. That and the dancing I’d been doing.
    Actually, it was looking like Jen and I were the only ones who were drinking the punch. The bowl was still almost full.
    There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. It was Mike.
    â€œDo you want to dance?” he asked.
    â€œTo this?” I asked. The music was a pounding rap song.
    He looked hurt. I wasn’t turning him down. It was the song.
    â€œWe could try to dance,” I said quickly.
    He smiled, took me by the hand and led me toward the dance floor—the dining room. There were two other couples on the floor. They looked really awkward trying to dance to rap. At least we wouldn’t be the only ones who looked stupid.
    We walked into the center of the floor and started dancing. It
was
really awkward.
    The music suddenly stopped and another song came on—a slow dance song.
    â€œIs that better?” Mike asked.
    â€œMuch better.”
    He slipped his arms around me and we began dancing. Instantly other couples reacted to the song and rushed into the dining room. We were pushed into the center by the crush of people on all sides and we continued to shuffle to the music.
    â€œQuite a crowd!” Mike said into my ear.
    â€œIt is.”
    â€œYou throw a great party!”
    â€œThanks.”
    It
was
a great party. Everywhere there were people dancing, and laughing and talking and drinking. There was a whole lot of drinking going on, but nobody seemed to be drunk…just happy.
    Jen suddenly popped her head into the dining room and motioned for me.
    â€œCan you excuse me,” I said to Mike. “Always things to do when you’re the host.”
    â€œThanks for the