Unbound Magic

Macy: Why bother

Music was pumping whilst we got ready we both were dancing and singing around like lunatics. Alex went and got me a few mixed vodka as I left my purse at home. There was no chance of seeing either Mum or Michael until they forgotten what had gone on. I now owed Alex more money than I owned. He insisted he didn't want anything back but I hated feeling like I owed someone. The black cab was here I was starting to get anxious. Parties always made me a little nervous, it was the talking to people and they would think I was weird. I tend to zone out on people a lot. After 10mins of driving we arrived it Alex paid the taxi man we arrived. Looking down at my phone and it was only 9.45pm and already people was everywhere drunk off their faces. I hung on to my pre mixed vodka. I had a feeling I was going to need these I should txt mum and let her know I'm alright. I did hate leaving her at with Michael after leaving on a bad note
"Hey mum, I hope you are okay? Just got to the party with Alex. Just thought I would let you know. Love you Xx" within 30 seconds I got a reply she must have been waiting on me.

"Oh love don't worry about Michael he needed to hear it. Have a good night stay safe, love you too Xx"

Thank god for that it was like taking a load of my shoulders. We walked I the party there was people everywhere. I spotted so many people from collage just completely drunk. I never drink to get drunk just to stop being so weird some times. The base from the loud music was making the walls shake. I love music just not music. I can just make out the song. They had it playing on some crappy sound system. After a few hellos and cuddle here and there. I found a spot on the side of the sofa to observe the surrounding of people. I half expected David Attenbough to start narrating the drunk people around me. It seemed like a jungle in here. Alex was in his element being centre of attention. Now he has had a couple of drinks he was doing what he does best flirting with straight and gay men. He always bragged about turning straight men gay even thou I was yet to see it happen.
I got this drunk kid from my collage trying to sleaze on me from the couch I think his name was Jamie O'Neill. "so do you have a library card?" I looked at him like he was an alien and answered "I think so err why?". He placed his arm over my shoulder down over the top of my breast and whispered "because I'm checking you out". with no hesitation I removed his arm from my shoulder, rolled my eyes. "Please don't touch me again unless I ask for it okay Jamie. It's not nice and it isn't a good way to pull girls". his face changed from drunken kid to spiteful little man who could not get his way. "Stupid slut. You're not even hot everyone knows you a fidget cow". I don't know what came over me. Maybe it could have all the yelling earlier. Maybe it was the booze but I got up and poured what was left of my drink over this little idiot's face. It wasn't my best moment. "don't ever call a female that because she doesn't want to have sex with you. You are not as good looking as you think Jamie O'Neill". I felt I thump on my left eye I staggered back then all went black.