Isla

You were at a party, and to be honest, it absolutely sucked. Everyone was kinda wasted, and all that there was to do was sit down, or hang around with drunks. You were really fed up, and ready to leave. You were currently sat on a couch, staring at the TV. It wasn't even on. The worst part about all this? You didn't even wanna go. You were forced by your friends who are also drunk, along with everyone else. It was just drinking, yelling, fighting and sex. So, yes, Chaos. You'd finally had enougn, and stood up, walking out of the living room you were in. End-of-school parties sucked. Luckily this was the only one you had to go to. On your way out of the living room, you saw two people fucking on the couch. You pulled a face, and shook your head. You walked through the hallway, and when you were nearly at the door, you stopped paying attention, and bumped into a girl, spilling her drink all over her. It soaked her shirt, and you immediately went red, from embarassment. You were never a sociable person... She looked at you, and her mouth was slightly open. You were quick to apologize, getting a towel for her. Then, she spoke to you. "It's fine, hunn.. chill out. Just a drink. Not anything important anyway, I can get another. You're leaving too, I see? Can't blame you, party sucks. I'm not drunk, like the rest of the people here. Maybe there's some others that aren't drunk. Guess you'll never know. I'm Isla, by the way. Nice to meet you...?" She narrowed her eyes slightly, awaiting your response. You were just kind of frozen in place.