Brandishing two glasses, I returned to the packed living room where I’d left him.
Ethan wasn’t there.
The space he’d cleared for himself with his dancing was now full of people playing a drinking game. Joel and Jane lay half-horizontal on the sofa, shamelessly appreciating each other. I inched around the cheering circle of drunks towards them, scanning the shadowy faces for Ethan.
“Jane?” I asked the back of her head.
No answer. Just slurping noises.
“Jane?”
She untangled her tongue from Joel’s and pulled away. I imagined the noise of a plunger being yanked out of the loo.
“What?” She didn’t hide her annoyance.
“Have you seen Ethan?”
“Who?… Joel…stop it,” she giggled. He was stroking the tops of her legs.
“Ethan. My date,” I said.
“Dunno. Maybe he’s gone to the loo?”
Without hesitation she returned to Joel’s mouth. His hands inched round her back, pulling her on top of him.
I bit my lip to hide my annoyance and tried to work out where he could be. Jane was right. I should try the toilet. Maybe he was sicking up all the cider? I manoeuvred into the hallway, asking everyone if they’d seen a very drunk boy wearing a Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt. Nobody had any useful information. The music was louder. People were wasted. The party was really kicking off. Nobody cared about my very first date going AWOL. I found the downstairs toilet door and tried it. Locked. I banged on the door.
“Ethan? You in there?”
“Who’s Ethan?” a voice called back.
“Never mind.”
I retraced my steps to the kitchen, peering inside. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in the dining room either, where an elaborate game of poker had been set up – boys using Monopoly money as chips. I saw people had spilled out onto the back garden patio and tried there. I bumped into Guy as I slid through the glass doors.
“Evie, where you off to?” There was only the teeniest bit of white left in his eyes. The rest were pinky red. His pupils were huge.
“Hey, druggie. I’ve lost my date.”
“He’s run off already?” Guy burst into frenzied giggles that didn’t stop. I strode past him, leaving his hiccupping laughs behind me. Bloody stoners. I wrapped my leather jacket around myself as the now cold air hit me, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. A group passed a dubious-looking cigarette around in a tight circle, arguing loudly about retro children’s TV programmes. Past them, I saw two figures sitting under an ivy-covered gazebo.
Lottie and Amber.
I grinned and walked over, trying not to twist my ankle in the gravel. “Hey again,” I said, sitting next to them on the bench.
“Hey,” Lottie said, moving over to make room. “Where’s Ethan?”
I let out a big sigh. “He’s gone missing.”
“Seriously? You can’t find him?”
“Nope. I left him with Jane when I went to the kitchen but when I came back he’d disappeared.”
Lottie rolled her eyes, putting a cigarette between her lips and lighting it. “Let me guess, she was too busy sacrificing her entire being onto the altar of Joel to do anything else?”
I let out a giggle, immediately feeling guilty for being bitchy. Lottie’d never been one to mince her words.
“How do you know her?” I asked.
“She and Joel are in my philosophy class. She was pretty cool at first. Then, well…within a week she’d got with Joel. How do you know her?”
“We’re best friends…” I sounded like a child. “Well, maybe, we were in secondary school. She is a little…in love, I guess.”
“In love?” Lottie passed her lighter to Amber who also had a fag hanging out the side of her mouth. “She’s in love with herself.”
“Lottie…”
“Ahh, come on, it’s true. All she ever talks about is herself. Or Joel. I didn’t even know you were friends, she’s never mentioned you.”
That hurt, but then I thought of Jane’s hand in mine, clutching it reassuringly, as I bawled in the school toilets after having a panic attack in assembly.
“She’s been a good friend…” I awkwardly tried to change the subject. “I didn’t know you smoked?”
Lottie looked at her cigarette like she’d only just noticed it. “I don’t usually. We’ve started tonight, haven’t we, Amber?” She bumped her tall friend.
Amber took a shaky puff, coughed, then looked at me. “So where do you think your date’s gone then?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. The whole night’s a mess. He’s obviously not interested.”
Amber exhaled, blowing a clumsy plume of smoke into the night. “I bet he only got so drunk because he’s nervous. Have you looked upstairs?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then go upstairs, find him, and suck his stubble off.”
“Eww. But thank you.”
I left them to their cigarettes. Inside, the stairs were littered with clumps of people as I picked my way upwards, shouting “sorry”. Music shook the walls and my eardrums thrummed in time to the beat.
I tried a door.
Bathroom. With a puddle of vom next to the loo. Grim.
Good thought
But you saw some sick and you didn’t freak out, did you, Evie?
I tried a couple more doors but no joy. The last door was Anna’s bedroom – strictly out of bounds – she’d been yelling at anyone climbing the stairs, “Don’t anyone shag in my bed.”
But she hadn’t forbidden anyone curling up in there in a drunken ball to pass out – like I reckoned Ethan had done.
I rattled the door handle and turned it. It was dark.
There were noises. Sex noises.
“God, sorry,” I mumbled, blushing as I realized what I’d interrupted.
Light fell over the half-naked entwined couple.
Ethan’s face emerged from behind Anna’s hair.
So she was allowed to shag in her bed… It made sense I guess.
I turned and left.
How it began
On. Our. First. Date.
On. Our. First. Date.
“On. Our. First. Date.”
“I know, honey,” Lottie said in a lullaby voice, gently pushing my head into a taxi. She and Amber climbed in after me.
“Can you take us to the top of Dovelands Hill?” she asked the driver.
He turned round to protest. “Isn’t it a bit dark?”
“We’re big girls. Just drive.”
I stared out the window as the darkness sped past us, stunned. Bad thoughts, followed by worse thoughts, mounted up in all my available brain space.
BAD THOUGHT
You can’t even keep a guy for a whole first date.
BAD THOUGHT
It’s because you’re ugly and stupid and disgusting and you’ll never get a boyfriend.
WORSE THOUGHT
He could tell you were mental. He just used you to get an invite to a party so he could meet normal girls.
I didn’t notice Amber stroking my hand, the sympathy in her eyes. Or Lottie paying the fare and dragging me out onto some scrubby grass. Not until they sat me on a bench overlooking the town and offered me a cigarette.
“No, thanks, I don’t smoke.”
“Tonight you can,” Lottie said, shoving one between my lips.
“I don’t even know what to do.”
“Just suck it. It’s horrible. I think I’m only going to smoke this weekend, then give up.”
I huddled over her hands as she lit the fag and sucked as hard as I could. A coughing fit followed. “That. Is. Disgusting,” I announced.
“I know, right?”
“But I do feel more…dramatic. Maybe in a good way?”
Amber laughed then choked on her cigarette too. She spluttered and coughed while I sat back on the bench, feeling slightly happier by the fact I’d made a potential friend laugh.