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head at all the names. It was ironic that both of his siblings knew so many people at a school neither one of them went to. They probably learned all of the students from all the football parties Tristan had hosted after big wins—which happened to be a lot—during the season. Mary was only in eighth grade, and Bryan was only in seventh grade, and yet they knew everybody from their older brother's high school.
     
    "But those are all the important ones," Bryan whined half an hour later. "Don't tell me you're in love with a dork?"
     
    "I'm not in love, and she's not a dork." Why was Tristan defending her? She was a nerd, which was the exact same thing as a dork. And he didn't like her at all. He had to work with her on a lab project, and that was that. Nothing else. She was a fairly pretty girl who had nice legs and a nice ass and some nice breasts, and that was it. She wasn't anything to dwell over for this long. She just wasn't...
     
    It was eleven p.m. on Sunday night, which meant it was time to party, but for the first time in seventeen years, Tristan didn't feel like the partying type. But, again, he couldn't deny the audience of what they desired. When Kyle called him on his cell phone, Tristan agreed to go down to club illegally and party it off like there was no tomorrow. Tristan hopped in his black convertible. As he started pulling out of his driveway, his phone buzzed on the seat beside him. He turned down the music blasting from the radio, and without looking at his caller ID, placed the phone up to his ear, "Talk to me."
     
    "Hey, Trissy."
     
    "Alice!" Tristan was surprised and shocked to hear her high pitched, fake voice from the other end of his phone. "How did you get my number?" 'Coz I sure as hell didn't give it to you.
     
    "Oh, don't kid yourself. I was going to get it sooner or later even if you do keep playing hard to get," Alice replied.
     
    I'm not playing. "Okay, what do you need?"
     
    "I need a ride to the club tonight."
     
    "You're coming?" Tristan was suddenly rethinking going at all. Maybe this whole trip just wasn't worth it, especially if Alice was coming.
     
    "Of course, I'm coming. There's no party without me, silly." Alice finished her seriously self-conceited sentence with a girly, dumb giggle that only those bratty, clueless girls did. Oh, wait, she is a bratty, clueless girl.
     
    "Oh, right, how stupid of me to think otherwise," Tristan mumbled sarcastically.
     
    "Cool, so I'll see you in a little while." And with that said, Alice hung up the phone.
     
    Tristan rolled his eyes and threw his phone back on the passenger seat. He turned the radio up to maximum volume and rolled the roof of the convertible down. He enjoyed the feeling of being free as the wind blew through his hair. He didn't know how people could stay cramped up in their little boxes that they liked to call cars. And he seriously couldn't wait until college, so he could buy a motorcycle and feel even more liberated. His mother wouldn't allow him to buy a motorcycle while he still lived under her roof, so as soon as he moved out and attended college by himself, he was going to invest in a nice, shiny motorcycle.
     
    Tristan's phone buzzed again on his passenger seat. He let out an exasperated sigh as he picked it up again, hoping against hope that it was anybody, but Alice.
     
    "Talk to me," Tristan repeated as he slid the phone open.
     
    "You coming?" Kyle asked. There was a lot of racket on the other side of the phone. And there was pounding music that made it almost impossible to hear what Kyle was yelling through the receiver.
     
    "I'm on my way, but Alice asked me to pick her up."
     
    "Oh, yeah, I meant to talk to you about that," Kyle said, his voice dropping a bit.
     
    "About what?" Tristan asked.
     
    "She's going to try and spike your drink."
     
    "She won't have to. I'll have it spiked first," Tristan answered with a smirk.
     
    "No, I mean she's going to really spike it. She's going to get you