I shake my head, my eyes wide as i stare at him incredulously. When I look at Paige she avoids my eyes and for the third time in my life, I feel like hitting her. Clay continues laughing and Paige shifts uncomfortably.
My hands are balled into tight fists at my sides, so white from the force I'm holding back. It takes every fiber in me not to swing up and beat the shit out of this drink motherfucker. "You are the worst type of person," is all I allow myself to spit at him before storming away.
I think about leaving, about going home and crying and trying to heal myself.
But I spot the large bottle of whiskey, Jack Daniel's, and don't try to contain myself. I throw the cap off the cold, clear bottle and take a deep breath. I only drink when I'm upset or angry. And currently I'm both. 'It's acceptable to get drunk this time, Nick.' My "conscience" tells me.
I know it's not actually my conscience but I'm too hurt to give a fuck. I tilt my head back and let the syrup texture of the thick drink burn down my throat. It's sweet, but gross and I shudder. But when it hits my stomach and the burn isn't quite as strong, I realize I missed the alcohol. So I down the rest of the bottle.
* Natalia POV *
"Hurry up, Nat! I wanna leave," Zak whines longingly. I stick my tongue at him as I brush through the curls I made. We sit in my room as I get ready, my outfit on. It's already 9pm and I feel a little tired.
"Should I wear makeup?" I ask Zak. I don't wear makeup; only on rare occasions. Zak practically yelled at me for even asking and I roll my eyes. Thank god Alex is at a friends house, but i know he'd kill me.
I feel kind of guilty for lying to him about this, but Zak really wants this. "Let's go," I say, more to myself than anyone.
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I continuously bite my finger nails on the walk to the house. Zak's face is incredibly happy and I have to laugh at little. "Why are you so happy about this, Zak?" I asks "it's just a dumb high school party," I add.
"I've heard all about these parties, Nat," he tells me. "They sound really fucking fun," I cringe as he curses, "and there's lots of hot girls," he smirks. My cheeks burn as I think about Zak having premarital sex. It's not right and I hope he won't, but I don't comment anything.
Sure enough, the house is huge and we could hear the muffled music from a block away.
I swallow the lump in my throat and Zak grips my hands. I smile at him and he grins before pulling me into the teenager-filled house. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of all these people dancing, blue solo cups in their hands.
