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it's now the night of the halloween party and me and nate still haven't spoke since that whole conversation. we are civil around the family but we've never spoke apart from that. i found out what happened with all the cops from rue, she was really worried about me. i never told her that nate has been aggressive with me, i just said that we don't really speak in the house. no one but j and nate know that me and  nate had sex.

me and j decided we were going to dress as an angel and a devil, i know pretty basic. i was the devil and i'd say we looked hot as fuck (the outfits are above). we also decided that by the end of the night we wanted to feel like we were on a different planet.

as soon as we got into the party we saw rue and lexi on the couch, we say hi but then me and j basically ran to the alcohol. in the space of about fifteen minutes me and j had at least 20 shots, each. i ran out the back to find rue and fez on the couch. i sat on his lap and we switch over some drugs for money.

i dragged j up to the bathroom where we took three lines each off the counter and two tabs of molly. we went back downstairs like nothing happened and started to dance with everyone else. i felt like i was on fucking cloud nine, it was literally the best high i've ever had. and that's when i heard it, the chants for nate.

my heart sunk and my breathing started to rush. i turn around and see maddy and nate walking through the crowd, he's in a fucking jail costume. is he joking? more to the point is maddy joking, he choked her and now they're back to making out in the middle of a party.

i nudge past him on purpose and grab the bottle that's in front of them. i stumble out the back to find a space by myself. when i didn't find that space i walk back into the party, i say walk when in reality i can't walk. i stumble into a tall figure "soph, i think you've had enough" nate says staring down at me whilst taking the bottle from my hands.

"i don't" i slur trying to get the bottle back from nate. he's so fucking tall. "give me the fucking bottle nate" i snatch it from his hands and it ends up dropping and smashing. i feel liquid splash all over my legs before i feel glass lodge into my leg. nate looks down and sees the blood, his expression turns into worry and rushes me up to the bathroom. he places me on the side of the bath tub with my leg facing him on the toilet.

"i'm fine" i say to him
"there's a piece of glass in your leg" he looks in my eyes and as soon as our eyes meet i look away.
"i can get it out myself" i mumble
"can't you just let me be nice for once" he snaps back at me
"you never are nice nate" i say sadly.

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