
I struggled to make friends since going to college. I was committed to my dream of becoming a doctor. It was just starting to feel like I was missing out on the ‘college experience’ that everyone always talked about. I thought moving to a big city would force me out of my shell, but all I had done was watch my roommate (Kelly) go out to clubs or parties. She would always invite me out with her, and I would usually come up with a reason not to go. Tonight was different. 



I just needed to unwind and let my hair down a little. Kelly was more excited than I was about going to my first college party. She insisted on helping me pick out an outfit from her wardrobe, as the clothes I owned were deemed too ‘boring’ and wouldn't catch anyone's eye. I wasn't sure if I wanted to catch anyone's eye. She made it clear that this part wasn't negotiable. 



Arriving to the party late was another must that I was forced to follow. According to Kelly, it was to avoid the awkward part of the party. The time when everyone started to get drunk enough to have a good time. To make sure we were drunk enough by the time we arrived, we would have to drink. A lot. Taste and enjoyment were thrown out the window. There was only one pace… GO!!



By the time the Uber arrived to take us to the party, I could have happily called it a night. Kelly wouldn't let me back out. So off I went, drunkenly stumbling down the stairs in Kelly’s heels. I had never met a more chatty Uber driver. He spent the entire trip trying to flirt with both of us. I wasn't used to the attention and began to worry about what allowing Kelly to dress me would mean for the rest of the night. We were dropped off on the driveway after a rather long ride. As soon as the Uber drove away, Kelly pulled me in for a selfie with the house in the background. “I’ll tag you in this Amy, so don't freak out when everyone starts following you.” 



Kelly walked towards the front door without even looking up from her phone. I nervously followed close behind her. These new heels, mixed with the amount of alcohol in my system, caused me to stumble nearly every third step. The door opened before we even reached the door. Kelly didn't stop to talk to anyone as we walked towards the kitchen. “Red cups and mixers are here.” Kelly pointed out like this was another college lecture. “This is my bottle of vodka. You can help yourself to this alcohol only.” Kelly stared into my soul as she laid out that rule.



 “Just try not to have too much fun.” Kelly said with a wink before turning around and leaving me in the kitchen as i poured myself a drink. “Wait for me.” I cried out as my drink started to fizz up. By the time it calmed down enough for me to pick it up Kelly had completely disappeared. I was left alone in the kitchen doorway, surrounded by strangers. I felt like a lost lamb staring at a pack of hungry wolves. 







[F4M] A rough introduction to the party life style after my 'friend' leaves me alone