Thirteen

When Maria asked me to come over to her house, what she didn't mention was that she was having a party!

There were several people all over, some drinking, some dancing, and some making out. I felt uncomfortable, glancing around every once in a while to see if anyone had their phone out recording me.

I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, sticking to Maria like glue, but that only seemed to make things worse. She seemed very determined to introduce me as Mrs Monroe to every single person at the party, some of whom I knew. The attention was uncomfortable but she couldn't see my discomfort because she was drunk.

"I'm already mad you didn't invite me to your wedding, Cass," she drawled, drink in hand. "Make it up to me by loosening up, girl."

"You didn't tell me you were having a party," I complained, now I had her all to myself for the first time since I got to the party.

"If I'd told you, you'd have never come," she responded, laughing even though nothing was funny. I was sure