I refuse to spend another night stuck in the house alone, especially a Friday night. Megan has convinced me to go to a giant frat party tonight. Although, I was hesitant at first I decided I wanna go. I need to get out of here. I told Liam about my plans for this evening, and he responded by saying have fun, but I can tell hes concerned. Which is ridiculous because he has no reason to be. He can trust me. If anything I should be worried about what he is doing every second, but I don't...okay maybe sometimes, but can you blame me? Meg is gonna be here any minute. I have to decide on an outfit for tonight. I want to look cute, but casual, not like it matters since I don't have anyone to impress anyways. Leggings, a tank, and combat boots will have to do. I barely get the chance to finish my make up, before I hear a knock on the door.
"Well look at you!" I compliment her as she twirls around.
"You don't look so bad yourself El." She says and I feel my face blush.
"Are you ready to go?" She asks.
"Yeah let's do this."
The second we enter the massive frat house we were immediatley surrounded by kegs, red solo cups, and booze, booze, and more booze. I have never seen so many drunken college kids. I barely made it into the living room before some guy I have never seen before hands me a cup full of vodka. When press the cup to my lips I am caught off guard by the stinging sensation, but then at ease with the familar burn in the back of my throat. Man I forgot how much I love this stuff. A few more gulps of this, and I'll be gone. I am such a lightweight. Megan calls me over to play a game of beerpong, and even though my subconcious is telling me not to, but I think the alcohol is starting to set in. I am much more daring than usual. Screw it I'm playing. A few rounds later, and I'm really starting to feel it. The room is spinning. I have to sit down. I try to make my way upstairs gently pushing my way through everyone, including the many couples sucking face that I encountered on my way up. I can only hope to god that I find a bedroom that isn't being used. After walking in on countless hook ups and threesomes I finally found a bed I can lie down on. I take my phone out of my pocket, and as expected I have a shit ton on texts and missed calls from Liam. I want to respond, but I physically can't. He's going to have to wait. Everything is blurry, so I can hardly tell when a guy walks in, the same guy that handed me a drink when I first walked in.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"No not really...I am so wasted."
"Oh let me help you." I feel his hand brush my leg.
"Don't I have a boyfriend."
"Well he's not here is he?"
He keeps inching closer and closer to me.
"Did you not hear what I said? I have a fucking boyfriend." I try to get off the bed, but he's grabbing me now.
"C'mon babe don't be like that" Without any sort of warning he kisses me on the mouth, and makes it nearly impossible to pull away.
"What the fuck you creep!" I scream and slap him across the face. I have never ran out of a room so fast in my entire life.