Study Party

Study Party(Tyra) Tyra Simpson
Ms. Hall
Creative Writing
Study Party


My hands slipped, pressing down on the doorbell while my heart raced out of my chest. I was certain my heart was going to hit the finish line before he could open the door. I looked down at my watch to assure myself that it had only been a few seconds passed since my fingers slipped on the doorbell. I straightened my purple, appropriate tank top and pulled down my not too short blue jean shorts. The knob turned, and I reconsidered my decision to come. Before I could escape my racing heart, he opened the door.

Just earlier that day as I was struggling to stuff my books into my locker, I turned to hear his name yelled by a flirtatious high school girl, and froze at the sight of the ideal high school fantasy appearing to be approaching me. Ryan. Jake Ryan. Not fully realizing the god himself was approaching me, I stood there frozen with my books slowly falling from my hands and the locker I just shoved them in. I reached desperately to catch them, and felt warm hands against mine as I caught them. Oh my gosh. I slowly look from my hands to his hypnotizing face.

“Whoa there. Better be more careful next time,” he grinned.
“Ha ha, yea yeah: I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy at times.” Don’t be nervous, I repeat to myself, shoving the books into my locker, but this time I make sure it stays. I casually brush my hand against my hair, and straighten the powder blue, quarter length sleeve shirt I am wearing.
“Thank you for your help.”
“No problem. I was headed to your locker anyway,” He was still grinning. OMG.
“Oh?”
“Yes well I am actually having a party tonight. A study party,” OMG. “And I was wondering if you would like to come?”
Using everything I can to contain myself from not totally screaming, and running away from complete and utter shock: funerals, dead puppies, rainy days, I reply, ”Ye-yea-yeah sure. I’ll be there.”
“Great! Eight o’clock, 123 Sycamore,” He informed me while writing it down, and then slowly easing it on the notebooks in my hand. He walked away, and my mind raced with clothes options.

“Leah! You came,” Jake smiled as he said words I never thought I’d hear. The assurance in his voice that he didn’t invite me by accident allowed the racing of my heart to slow down, but my hand still slipped closing the door behind me.
“Welcome to my house,” Jake said. “The party’s this way.”
He reached his hand backward, searching for mine. From him to his hand I looked, and then grabbed his hand stopping his search for mine. I followed him to the party listening to crickets until we reached the basement.
As soon as we walk in, I jump from the blaring sound of Heavy Metal music. I’m not into Heavy Metal, but I am into him so maybe I can learn to like it.
“What is this song?” I ask him; trying to sound interested.
“I don’t know. My friends put this on. I don’t like Heavy Metal.” Thank you, Jesus.
“Yeah me either,” I reply, smiling.
He starts to go down the stairs into the basement, and I watch his back; waiting to see what happens next. Once he reaches the bottom of the steps, he turns to look at me with a puzzled look.
He reaches his hand toward me and says, “Are you coming?” A smile creeps upon my lips, and I am hypnotized by his gorgeous face as I walk down the stairs, before I notice that I am falling.
My foot gets caught on my other foot, and I become un-hypnotized. The only thing I see is the room spinning as I tumble down what feels like a thousand steps. My body hits the floor. I should feel pain, but I only feel embarrassment as I barely notice the music cuts off and everyone gathers around me.
“Leah? Are you okay?” Jake asks crouching down to check for any damages on my body. I still feel no pain. I look around at everyone around me, and then am blinded by the tears I am trying to hold back. I jump up; running up the stairs, and straight toward the door. I don’t look back.


“Leah!” I scream, hoping she will turn around. I jog a few steps before realizing I’ll never catch up to her. “Leah…” This time I say quieter; letting the words escape from my lips in hope they’ll somehow catch up to her. Why did I bring her to this party? I finally had her, and now she’s gone.