60 days of learning love ✔️

Part 10

Noah POV

Fuck.

It's Friday evening and I'm going to my first ever party. This is a terrible idea! Why were we even invited? Everyone hates us/we hate everyone! I have such a bad feeling about this.

But that didn't stop Olivia from getting dressed up. Even though she claims to not be exited, I could tell that she was. This is her first party afterall. I think I'm too nervous to be anything but paranoid. Olivia said something about pigs blood earlier today at the coffee shop, and it made me not want to come.

And even though I should be focused on the party right now, and finding reasons why not to go, but I also had something else on my mind. Well, more like someone. Tyler wasn't working earlier. He was working there last Friday so I got a little worried about him not working there today. He also wasn't there after school on Thursday. I probably shouldn't worry so much since he's a stranger. But I can't help it. He's always on my mind. We've exchanged very few words and I shouldn't worry about him so much, but he's nice to me. A little bit of a tease, but still nice. And he's still attractive as fuck. His girlfriend must feel lucky. Or boyfriend. Or partner.

No person as hot as him can stay single. I've seen the romance films. The hot ones are never left alone. And that's because they're hot! Nobody is gonna pass on an offer that big. Well, I probably would. Because hot people bring attention and the last thing I want is attention.

Anyway, I'm worried about him. And that's all I'm gonna say about it.

I'm ready to leave my house and pick up Olivia. I'm nervous as hell. It's 8:30 pm and the party started half an hour ago. I had to socialise with my parents to let them agree to it, I honestly don't see the point in talking to them about it. They don't give a shit about what I do as long as I do it perfectly.

I'm wearing casual clothes, nothing too flashy but I look damn good in them. It's not the same outfit I wore to the cinema, but I look decent enough. I'm wearing a plain black, short sleaved button up shirt, and some black skinny jeans. The only colour I have right now are my white trainers. My hair is also styled a little, but not too much. It's just enough to make sure I don't look like I just rolled out of bed. It's got a little bit of hair gel to keep it from bouncing around but that's about it.

So yeah, I look damn good. If only Tyler could see me now. Wait, what? Why the fuck did I think that?! It's kind of nice knowing his name though, I'm no longer calling him the hot waiter which is probably for the best.

Well, I've made my way to Olivia's without turning back around. It proved to be quite the challenge. I beeped at her but instead of her brunette hair appearing from the house, it was someone of the male species. Maybe her father? Nah, too young. Brother? Most likely.

I rolled my window down to speak to him because he seemed to be approaching me. He has a very confident walk, a lot like his sister. If she is his sister.

"hey! You must be Noah, right?" the man asked, holding out his hand to shake it.

I somehow managed to push back my nerves and shake the strangers hand. "That's me" I said, scratching the back of my neck. The stranger offered me a warm smile, which I returned.

"I'm Oliver, Olivia's brother. She'll be out here in a second, I was about to go for a run so it was nice to finally have a face behind the name. I'll talk to you again at some point!" and with that, he left. That was a strange encounter.

Oliver seemed pretty chill, maybe I could get along with him.

Olivia came outside a few minutes later and she looked decent too. More decent than I did. She had her hair tied up in a high pony, which she never does. She wore blue, ripped jeans and white shoes. She was wearing a black crop top with a rainbow stretched across the middle. And to cover her shoulders, she wore a blue denim jacket. She looked pretty.

Once she stepped into the car and put her seatbelt on, we drove to the party. I was getting more and more nervous every minute. But Olivia seemed exited, I wasn't going to let my nerves ruin this for her.

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We arrived at the party an hour later than everybody else and Mia's house was already packed with drunk teenagers. Great. Me and Olivia just stood there for a while, not really sure what to do. That is until Mia came and lead us into the party. She was completely wasted.

We were taken to the kitchen area to get drinks, and since I was driving, I didn't take anything alcoholic. Olivia on the other hand, went straight for the vodka infused drink. Mia cheered her on whilst I watched her chug the disgusting drink. And after Olivia had drank 2 cups of the disgusting stuff, she was drunk. I just sat back and watched.

Mia looked at Olivia for a while, and then she grabbed Olivia by the wrist and dragged her away from me. Well fuck. I'm lonely now. Great. Just fucking great. What happened to being in love you absolute bitch.

I moved over to a dark corner and I sat down. Nobody would bother me here and I would be fine for the rest of the night.

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There are people dancing all around me, body's moving against each other and alcohol slushing out from their cups. The music is loud. Too loud. I can't hear anything but screams, laughs and music. It's all pounding against my ears. People are laughing about everything with their friends, I can hear them. I can't hear what they're saying, but I know they're laughing. They're probably laughing at me, right? That's all people seem to do, they point and they laugh. They must all see how pathetic I am. They must see how I cry so much, how I hide away. They probably know how much I hate myself, I bet they find it funny. I bet they find my weaknesses hilarious. They always do. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be normal?

Fuck this. Maybe a drink will quieten the noise. Yeah, that'll help.

I chugged a cup of whatever they had, I don't know what it was but it definitely contained alcohol, and that was what I needed to get through this night. So I drank. And I drank and I drank and I drank. I drank until I could barely hear the sound of the people laughing, the only thing I could hear was the ringing in my ear and the beating of my heart.

I started to cry. Fuck. No. Stop it. Stop crying. You're so pathetic. Stop it. Why? Why must you make it so hard for me to enjoy my life? It's not fair. It's not.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder so I turned around, and there he was, smiling gently at me before turning me around to face him. He then wrapped me in a hug, which I was more than happy to return. He then took my hand and led me away from the party, and I breathed in the outside air. Happy to be away from the people. Then I realised that he hadn't let go of my hand, it was comforting to know that this complete stranger was there for me. We sat down on a bench and I began to feel tired. "Thank you" were the last words I said before falling asleep on Tyler's shoulder.