Drunk or Sober

Harleigh Queen Does Not Chase Boys... Or Clean Up Red Wine / Harleigh's POV

STILL FRIDAY

It was barely three in the morning, but my house was empty now. My head was still pounding from the loud atrocity that had taken place downstairs, despite being in my room with Ryder for most of it.

"Ryder, why can't you just stay?"

"Stay here? With your boyfriend downstairs? I don't think so, Har, the whole idea of us again isn't good either."

Yes.

I may have only thrown this party as an excuse to see Ryder.

However, screwing him wasn't part of the plan, it just sort of happened, okay? But I wasn't going to argue or protest either though.

We all do things we regret. This was not one of them.

Ryder got up from my bed and started putting his pants on.

"He's not really my boyfriend. And even if he was, I miss you, Ryder. I miss you a lot."

"Harleigh, baby, you know I love you. But you and I- we're not good together."

I frowned at him. "Just because I like to drink a little more now?"

"And smoke."

"So what if I drink and smoke? You do too." I raised my voice loud enough to let him know I was pissed. I was hoping Nate and Lennox didn't hear me talking to 'myself' next door though.

"You're in too deep, and you know it's because of me. I turned you into-"

"You didn't turn me into anything. I make my own fucking choices, Ryd. Just leave."

I covered myself with my blanket and Ryder kissed my forehead before leaving my room.

I waited three minutes before getting up and checking to see if he was outside my door, expecting me to chase after him.

Harleigh Queen does not chase boys. At least I still reminded myself I didn't.

All my life, I got what I wanted. I never had to work or beg. Simpler times.

I wrapped my blanket around me and opened my door. He was gone.

Just like that.

He always left.

I looked down at the living room from the top of the staircase. Shit.

Looks like the tables have turned, haven't they?

Low and behold Wes and Ramona, on the couch, snuggled next to each other.

Making out. Both of them without a shirt on.

Ramona Blake, I did not take you as the type to cheat with her best friend's boyfriend, but hey, props to you. And Wes, good for him.

I was completely fine with this too; let's be real: I didn't like Wes, and him and Ramona had way more in common anyway.

I simply walked back into my room, tired of a long night, just when I hear a shriek come from Nate's room. I ran and slowly opened his door, my eyes shielded with one hand as my other held up my blanket-towel-dress.

"Are you guys fully clothed?"

"Harleigh, you're not funny! Help!"

Red wine.

There was a red wine stain on Nate's cream colored carpet. "Were you guys trying to drink or something?" I couldn't control my laughter.

Lennox looked nervous, so I made an even greater effort to stare at her sternly.

She hesitated. "We- We weren't planning on actually drink-"

"We wanted to see how it smelled! And... then it sort of... spilled." Nate came to her rescue. God, did they both suck when it came to confrontation.

"Yeah! It spilled."

Wes and Ramona entered the room, shirts on too, for that matter. Probably took them a few seconds to unlock lips and put themselves together.

"Harleigh! Oh my god, there you are! We were looking all over for you." Ramona hugged me.

Looking all over for me? Definitely. I wasn't glued to Wesley's lips, so she must have not been looking that hard.

I know what you're thinking, I'll give her a break.

"Why are you naked?"

I stormed out of the room and slammed my bedroom door.

I wasn't even angry, but in difficult times, I just act the part of the hungover/bitchy teen girl. Then anyone, even those annoying and worried, questionable nerds (who I love so dearly) will leave me alone, and I'd be saved the trouble of coming up with some excuse for my homemade blanket dress wrap.

////but ugh mixed emotions bout this///

///lUVING RAMONELY///