"No it's fine,"she says shyly, sitting on a chair."I'll be fine. I don't live far from here so I'll just walk or get someone else to drive me if I really want to leave,"Cheyenne says looking around at everyone. "And thanks by the way. You didn't have to do that."
The small brunette twisted in her chair as she looked around people drank, danced, made out, smoked, or snorted. She sighed and tried to take in what a real high school party was. Although everyone in her grade had gone to one every year, this was the very first one she'd been to. Cheyenne nibbled on bottom lip against as she searched for other people and tried to stay out of people's way. She turned back towards Nathan's direction and found him gone.
Cheyenne jumped up and looked around, unsure of what to do now that he had left. Sure, she knew that he was the party king and wouldn't want to stick around with her, but she just didn't expect him to just walk away. Figures, I mean, he was Nathan Douglas for crying out. What else could she expect?
Cheyenne knew right then and there that she had one of two choices: she could leave the party right now and go home to get yelled at by her father for having alcohol spilt on her shirt, or she could stay at the party, maybe even losses up a little, and have a drink.
Cheyenne thought for only a small second before she shrugged slightly and took a small drink of beer from a cup and spitting it back out. It was one of the nastiest things she had ever tasted. She took a small breath and tried it again, this time finishing the cub in one gulp and grabbing another, not caring what her father had to say or do about it anymore.