falling for you.

Chapter 3

When we finally got to the small house that looked like it was going to burst I jumped out of Matts car and ran to the front door not waiting for Matt. I walked past a lot of groups people doing shots, people playing beer pong and people grinding, I just made my way through them towards the kitchen with Matt catching up with me. There was 6 huge buckets with different types of beer in them, then it was topped with ice. I grabbed myself the strongest beer I could find and mixed it with vodka, I know that sounds absolutely horrible, don't get me wrong it is but it just gets me tipsy so I don't need to waste time.

It was about 3 hours into the night and I was playing a match of beer pong with this sober girl that was totally concentrated. I didn't know what I was doing, I was missing every shot. She still had all her cups and I only had 3, I ended up just walking away to look for Matt. I made my upstairs carefully trying not to break my ankle, I was so lost because there was about 6 different rooms down the hallway. Lately I have been avoiding to use drugs because I know it is really bad for me, I think the last time I used them was 3 months ago at Matt's brothers party. I have told Matt to stop using them because it is just too much of a hassle and will not only ruin his life but mine also.

I walk down the long hallway searching in rooms hoping to find Matt, hopefully not sucking some girls face off. I turn the door knob of a room near the end of the hallway, I push the door open but it becomes more difficult because there is something In front of it. I push will all my might and look inside, smoke flew out of the door into my face and all I could smell was marijuanna. I was hoping to not find Matt in there or I would of dumped his sorry ass right here right now, I walked in and closed the door behind me trying not to inhale any drugs. I don't see anything clearly but I know i couldn't see matts face.

I walk over to the door carefully turning the door knob, I try not to move the towel as much but not that I care. I start to walk out.

"Yooooo guys who's gonna take the next hit" I know that voice.

I turn around and peek my head around the door, I squint my eyes to make out the figure standing on the bed trying hard not to fall over. I knew this person, but it was probably just someone from school. I continue to walk out of the room, I make my way down the hallway back to the stairs. I don't even bother to remember to be careful with heels on because before I know it I'm tumbling hardly down the long stairway, I didn't feel much of the pain because I was more drunk then before. No one bothered to help me up they were all too occupied by laughing at me, I shrugged it off and strut into the kitchen grabbing more alcohol.

The reason I was looking for Matt before was because it is already around 11:30 and I didn't want to get home too late because it is my birthday tomorrow and my parents always wake me up at like 7.
I decide to call Matts cell and ask him where he was.

During the phone call I told Matt to come to the kitchen so he could drive me home, I also asked him where he was and he just hung up on me. How rude.
Matt arrived in the kitchen around 4 minutes after I rang him, he seemed really drunk and doped up so I was curios what he was doing for that long amount of time.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. Where were you at though?" I ask him in a worried tone, I know he knew I was worried.
"You don't need to worry about that, what wrong"
I just ignore him and scan his eyes, they are all red and he has the worst stench I think he has ever had. I knew he was trying to hide it from me, I fact I knew he was doing it behind my back.

"You know if you are trying to do drugs behind my back you could at least spray deodorant on yourself and put some eye drops in your eyes" I frantically yell at him making a big scene, I took my heels off and ran throught the massive group of people in the lounge.

I just ignore Matt behind me, he was yelling things to me that made no sense to me. I felt warm streams coming down my cheek, why am I crying. I never cry. The only time i think ever cried was when my cat died when I was 8. I ignore the fact that I had no shoes on and kept running until I reached my house.

I ran up to the front door and I was about to open the front door when it opened, it was Tom. I begged him to be quiet and not tell mom and dad I got back now. He covered me. My dad was only awake so I got Tom to distract him while I run upstairs into my room.
I made it safe and sound to my room, I shut my door behind and slid down the door onto the ground. I sat there for a while thinking about what I was going to do in this situation, I grabbed out my phone and thought of things to write to end things with Matt.

J. We are over, don't even text me back.

I lock my and get up off the ground, I go into the bathroom and skull a glass of water. I remove my mascara and lipstick, I also take my dress off and through on some yoga shorts and my 1975 band shirt. I walk over to my bed, it looks like a warm fluffy fluff ball and I am so not wasting any time to get into it. As soon as my head hits my pillow I'm out stone cold, sleeping like a baby, away with the fairies. You get it I was tired and I love sleep.