I’m never invited to parties and I really don’t understand why. I have a pretty large circle of friends and I find it hard to believe that none of them host parties. It’s sad, really, that they would purposely exclude me without a good reason, but sometimes people kind of suck.

That’s why I was pleasantly surprised to receive an invitation to Andy’s birthday bash. It was especially surprising since I haven’t even said more than a few passing words to Andy. Why he would invite me to his party, but my closest friends excluded me, I have no idea.

I walk into the party wearing a killer outfit, something fun, but not too flashy as to take the attention away from the birthday boy. It takes about ten seconds before I start to hear the whispers.

“Why’d you invite Apollo?” they ask. Didn’t you here what he did last week at Tasha’s party?”

I am beyond confused. I hadn’t gone to Tasha’s party. I hadn’t been invited to it and I’d spent the whole day tutoring some rich kid who was bad at math but refused to admit it. I’d tutored him several times before and I honestly don’t know how it all even started but it’s become a regular occurrence.

“Hey, Andy!” I exclaim. “Thanks so much for the invite.”

“Oh, Apollo!” he says. “I’m glad you’re here. Just try not to cause any trouble, some of the other guys are saying that you’ve….”

That’s when I feel it, the sudden urge.

There’s a voice in my head and it’s screaming at me. It’s telling me to fight back. It wants me to stop Andy from doubting me, to tell him that I’m not a problem, or rather to show him that he really shouldn’t mess with me. For a second, I try to fight it, but I can’t. I’m forced to give in. I make a fist and a huge bruise appear’s on Andy’s face.

“What the heck, Apollo?” Andy screams.

I punch him again. Then I walk over and start flipping over tables, making a huge mess. I pick up a bowl of punch and I dump it on some random blonde girl’s head. Then, I punch who I assume is her friend in the face so hard that I knock her out. The blonde starts crying. I laugh.

Destroying things is fun. I don’t quite understand it, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Seeing the pure horror in Andy’s eyes somehow makes my sad little heart happy again. I laugh as I walk away from the ruined party.

When I get home, I collapse on the couch but before I can fall asleep, my brother walks in the room.

“How was the party?” he asks.

“What party?” I say, confused. “I was tutoring that dumb rich kid again.”

The best part about it all is that I genuinely believe I’m telling the truth.