ೃ⁀➷ In the year 1994,
Maya Bennet travels to New York to attend a famous music festival, Woodstock. After stumbling into the wrong tent when searching for her lost boyfriend, she has an odd interaction with a handsome mysterious stranger. A year l...
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I can't feel my face and there's booze in my hair.
Earlier I felt fine. Now I feel dizzy. And it could be the flashing lights or the fact Rizzo poured a drink down my throat the minute I said I was single, but either way, I don't mind the feeling.
We somehow ended up at Harry's place. I'm not sure how, why I got in the car, or when we arrived. But the loud music and bodies that pass by leave me more and more confused by the second.
How does he know all of these people? Or did they just show up when they saw a few red solo cups in the lawn and music creeping from the front door? I don't know. My head hurts.
"Maya!" Rizzo's voice widens my eyes as she wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls me through the crowd. "You need to stay with me. I don't know these people." She looks around frantically while pulling a flask out of her purse. "Here, drink this."
I take it from her hands and twist the cap without any questions, taking a long sip while the burn in my throat becomes bearable after all of the shots and drinks I've had tonight.
Physically, mentally, emotionally, I'm feeling very numb. Maybe even a little manic, and I guess I'm drinking more and more to avoid the crash.
I've probably drank my body weight by now. I don't know how I'm still functioning.
Other than the cliché sad girl bullshit, I'm doing just fine. This is what I wanted anyway, right? Why would I be upset? I'm not. I'm fine.
You know who is upset? Everyone else. And I couldn't tell you why. After I told them what happened on the phone, Rizzo ranted about how much better I could do, Dean kept on saying he'd break his spine, Zayn offered me pudding, and Harry did something terrifying.
He stopped talking.
He never stops talking.
Why did he stop now? And on top of that, he looked very pissed. I'm not sure why though. This is what he wanted. He got what he's been asking for. So what's the problem?
Men are confusing. Especially Harry. He's so upfront and honest about what he wants but still, I'm not even sure what it is he's asking for.
Isn't it funny? Elliot broke up with me and I'm still worried about Harry. Maybe I am a slut. But like, an emotional slut.
"Am I an emotional slut?" I rock my head to my shoulder and look at Rizzo with blurry vision.
