A Girl With a Broken Smile

To be honest, I didn’t really want to have this party, but that’s what you get for listening to your friends. Damon said that it would be a great way to get my mind of things and to live a little, so after awhile I agreed to it. Besides, I did need a break from all the work I've been doing. Honestly, I wished I hadn’t agreed though. Now the place was a total wreck, and half of the people here I’ve never even seen before. Damon’s friends I guess. Yeah, we did have maids for this kind of thing, but I still felt bad making them clean it all up. I felt like I had to help a little bit. Father most likely wouldn’t let me though.

I was so lost in thought that I almost didn’t hear them walk outside. Blair was standing there next to another girl who seemed to not being enjoying the part much either. She was taking in the air around her, and I tilted my head to the side a little. I looked her over for a moment, she didn't seem like the type of girl to hang around someone like Blair. She looked nice in her dress, but it didn't suit her much at all. This was probably the work of Blair.

When she turned around she had a shocked look on her face, I couldn’t help but to smile at it. I couldn’t help but to notice how cute she looked when she was shocked. So was this the girl Blair was talking about? Anna or whatever. She was much prettier then I would have imagined. No, not pretty, more like beautiful. She had a slightly pained look on her face, and I tried cheering her up, but she hardly ever said anything back. She must have been forced to this party as well. I felt for her.

My eyes traveled down her body, and I could faintly make out the outline of black and blue markings on her legs, and arms. My jaw tightened a little, but I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t my business, maybe she just fell off her bike or something. No, I swore I could see the outline of a hand on her upper arm. Maybe that’s why she looked so sad.

That’s when I knew I had to get to know this girl better. Maybe that’s why Blair wanted me to meet her. The only girls Blair ever wanted me to meet where the slutty kind. Did she really think I was that low or something? Anna, she was different than the rest. She was too quiet; an almost awkward kind of quiet. The kind that you knew they were thinking about something important every single second. Something they wanted to say, but knew they couldn’t. I wanted to help her.



We stayed outside for awhile, most of the time only Matthew was talking. He asked me random questions, and half of the time I didn’t even know what to say back to them. Whenever I would try to speak nothing came out and after awhile I just gave up on it all together. He must think I’m slow or something by now. If he did, he didn’t say anything about it, he just puffed on his cigarettes with that melt worthy smile on his face. I still couldn’t understand why Blair was doing this yet.

After awhile the crowd started to clear out, and we finally went back inside. The place still smelled of liquor, and stale smoke, but it was starting to slowly vanish. I liked the fact that I could easily walk about without worrying about walking into other people. Oh how I hated crowds.

“Sorry that I kept you guys from the party.” Matthew said after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

I shrugged a little, not really minding all too much. Little did he know I didn’t want to come here in the first place. That’s when I heard Blair sighed a little, and she kicked a bottle out from under her foot. Both of our gazes landed on the slightly annoyed Blair.

“And your problem would be?” Matthew asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh nothing, just kind of upset that I didn’t get a chance to drink.” She said in a tone that I knew she was setting something up.

“Well, we could have our own little party.” Matthew said with a shrug.

No, no I don’t want to have a three person party! I don’t even know you, why the hell would I want to have a small party with you? I was basically screaming on the inside right now. I wanted to leave, but the look on Blair’s face read that she was going to stay. Blair was suppose to be my ride home, we promised that she wouldn't drink. My house was only about ten minutes from here, I could just walk home. Then again, it was pretty late and I was most likely going to get stopped by at least one cop. I sighed; I had no choose but to stay. Wonderful.

“That sounds great!” Blair exclaimed. “Don’t you agree Anna?”

I rolled my eyes, but quickly smiled after and nodded. I didn’t want to seem that rude, but I wanted to make it clear that I did not want to stay here. Blair knew I didn’t, but she just smiled, and sat down. I was going to kill her when we got back to my house. I sighed, and slowly sat down too. Matthew smiled, and kicked some of the mess to the side, before walking towards the bar.

“What kind of drinks do you like?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of shot glasses.

I shot Blair a glare. She had to drive home, she couldn’t be drinking. Blair pouted, and tossed her keys to me. That was her way of saying ‘Don’t worry, you can drive.’ I sighed, but didn’t say anything, just slipped the keys into my pocket, and watched the two slowly get drunk.

Two hours, and about ten drinks later Blair was officially gone, and so was Matthew. They were both laughing about nothing, and rolling around. I scrunched up my face at the scene before me. I hated drunken people, they reminded me of Mark.

Matthew yawned, and glanced up at the clock that now read three am. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, before turning back towards me.

“It’s getting pretty late.” He stated and I nodded. “I think it’s time for me to head up stairs. It was nice to meet you Anna. Maybe we can get together sometime.” He smiled, and started towards the stairs.

I smiled, and nodded, but it wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t want to come back here. The party scene was not my cup of tea. If I wanted to be around a drunk person, I’d stay home. God, I needed help.

Slowly I walked towards Blair, and dragged her to her feet. She said something, but it came out in a slur of drunken words. I didn’t bother to ask what she said though, just helped her out the door.

She didn’t hesitate to put all her weight on me, as I wrapped an arm around her waist. She nearly fell a few times, but I managed to catch her in time. A drunken Blair was the worst kind of Blair that there was. A high Blair was calm, and chill. A tripping Blair just laughed a lot and a drunken Blair didn’t give two shits what the hell she did, even if that meant stripping down in someone’s driveway. Which she was doing now.

“Blair! What the fuck!” I exclaimed as I tried pulling her shirt back down.

She just giggled, and fought me off.

“It’s hot out!” She yelled back as she started to peel off her shirt again.

“Can’t you wait until you get home, or at least wait until you get into the car!?”

“No.” She replied simply.

I growled, and shook my head. I wanted to knock her out, but instead I just forced her into the car. I even had to buckle the half naked girl up, and shut her door. She owed me big time I thought as I got into the other side and started up her car. That’s when it hit me. How the hell was she going to get home? She couldn’t drive like this, and she sure as hell was not going to stay at my place. Yeah, I know that sounded selfish, but I didn’t want her there if something happened. Besides, with her being drunk like this she’d probably end up doing something stupid and get me into even more trouble.

I rested my head against the steering wheel after we pulled into my driveway. Blair was nearly passed out, her head resting against the window. Great, I thought. What do I do know? I couldn’t let her come inside, and she did live pretty far from my house so dropping her off wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t walk that whole way to get her car in the morning, and I knew she’d throw a fit if she woke up and it wasn’t in her driveway.

So, I did the only thing I really could do. I slept in the car that night. Climbing into the backseat, and laying down. It was uncomfortable, and I knew I’d get hell for not being home when I woke up. She owed me big time.