Heartbreak [zjm]

24. Ages

Finley, Niall, Sophia, Liam, and Louis joined Harry and I at some point in the day. Eventually, we were all ready and it took us at least an hour and a half to drive to this fraternity.

I hadn't considered my options for University or College that much, considering I was technically still a Junior, but I knew it was something I definitely needed to start thinking about.

My phone buzzed in my pocket a lot, which I assumed the messages were from Zayn, which I ignored. We needed some time away from each other and it was good he was going some place where I wasn't. He was probably texting or calling to tell me he safely landed in Ohio.

The party was wild as soon as we got there. Louis and Harry were rushed off to God-knows where and Liam and Sophia went to where they had drinks. Since they were over eighteen they could legally drink with parental consent but that law completely contradicted itself because when you're eighteen you are seen as an adult.

"How are you enjoying this so far?" Finley yelled over the blaring music.

"It's alright, but it would be more fun if Zayn were here."

"I totally understand," she nodded and grabbed Niall's hand. "We're going to be over there with Louis and Harry, if you want to join."

Thanks, Finley.

The music they were playing was some sort of techno shit that I didn't particularly care for.

I decided to go ahead and have fun with the others. They were all standing up next to a table.

"Who wants to play beer pong?" A guy with dark brown hair shouted. Some people cheered while others groaned. I had never played it before and wanted to see what it was.

"I do!" I shouted and the DJ suddenly turned the music off.

"Alright pretty lady, you're up against me!" A partially wasted guy laughed.

"Belle, I don't think this is such a good idea," Harry whispered.

"Oh well," I shrugged and walked over to the table.

It seemed like every one had their eyes on me, and I heard a few guys placing bets. I had been to my fair share of parties similar to this, but never inside of a Frat house. I also never played Beer Pong because for one, I was still underage by two years, and in fear of Melissa's disapproval.

Who cares.

It started off great for me. I had gotten the already drunk guy, even more drunk; if possible.

When it was my turn to take a few sips, I happily did so. At first I was fine, but then the room started spinning.

Shit, was this drink spiked?

"Finley," I waved her down and she came to my side immediately.

"Jesus Belle, you look stoned and trashed," Finley laughed and I looked at her seriously.

"I think this drink was spiked," I point to the cup and start coughing.

"Shit, come over here." I ended the game early, much to the guy's pleasing, and I hobbled over to the group.

"I think we need to call Zayn," Louis sighed.

"What? Why?"

"He won't like that I took Belle out like this," Louis rubbed his forehead.

"I'm just having a little fun."

"You're sixteen, for God sakes!"

Harry turned to him and pouted. "I'm sixteen, love."