By+The+Time...Sabrina's

BY THE TIME...

SABRINA

By the time Hanna arrived at Aria's house, the party was full-on raging. Streamers were on the ground, balloons tied up on the porch rails and a huge table set up in the middle of the lawn, filled with liquor. Blimey. Hanna never thought Aria could have a party like this. Everyone was dancing to the loud music blaring from the speakers. Hanna made a beeline for the drinks table, while checking out the scene to see if her ex-boyfriend, Sean, is at the party...or not. As she was grabbing a bottle of whiskey, a couple bumped into her. Whiskey spilled all over Hanna's glam dress and onto the ground. The couple turned around and looked at her. Hanna's jaw dropped. It was Sean....with Aria. They were intertwining their hands together. "What the!?" Hanna shrieked. How could Aria, her close friend, be with Hanna's ex-//boyfriend//? She was silent, filled with rage for a moment, Finally, Hanna screamed,"How dare you!" Aria stumbled. She attempted to explain but Hanna cut her off, saying, "No way. You are //not// getting MY guy!" She shouted so loudly that all the people at the party turned to her. Aria shouted back, "Hanna, he's not //yours//! You broke up with him!" Hanna shoved Aria angrily, and Aria stumbled two steps back, wobbling in her high heels. Hanna screeched, "That doesn't immediately allow you full access to steal him!" She menacingly stared at Aria, her body quivering with rage. Sean stepped in between them, shielding Aria from Hanna. "Hold up. Back off, Han. Leave us alone." "I thought you still wanted me back!" Hanna shrieked at Sean disbelievingly. "You invited me to dinner this week, don't you remember?" "As //friends,// Hanna," Sean said slowly, as if talking to a kindergarten kid."We broke up last week, remember?" Hanna felt tears rising. She looked away and into the crowd. It was all silent. The DJ is in between songs, so the only sound is the wind flapping around. Hanna can't believe it. She was so embarassed. "Fine. Whatever," Hanna barked. She pushed her way back through the crowd of people who were staring at her pityingly.

On the drive way home, Hanna sobbed. Her throat felt sore and stuffed and her eyes were watery. Her dress was ruined, a whiskey stain left on the silky dress surface. Hanna was pretty sure it will never wash off. She saw her mother standing outside her front door, her hands folded and her face rigid, by the time Hanna got home.