Scrambling through the backyard and onto Prospect Street I ran to the red Mercedes that was parked near the curb, music blaring, hood down. “Hey Ell. Jump in!â€? Rod called to me as I pulled myself over the door, flopping into the passenger seat. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, then pulled away from the curb, his arm still around me. I was bubbling over with energy, knowing about the night ahead of me. We were headed to Jeff Rose’s party. Just to clue all you clueless people in, Jeff Rose is a popular kid at Ranthom High, who always throws huge, wild parties when his parents aren’t home. If you’re invited, you’re “inâ€?. If you’re not, you’re a loser. And before tonight, I had never been invited. Sure, I’ve been going with Rod for almost a month now. And sure, you might ask, how could I be going out with the hottest, most popular guy in our entire school and not be invited to Jeff Rose’s parties?