Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙭 - 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

Note:

- chapter contains strong language, intended / sexual scenes and drinking!!

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I eye the furthest cup from me: the pressure's on. Don't let anyone's cheers or the music distract you. My fingertips squeeze the plastic ball tighter between them and I cock my arm back: lightly- but not too lightly- I throw the ball across the table. Most of the room is stood around the table watching me quietly in suspense.

It lands in furthest cup.

The crowd springs to life; cheering me and throwing their drinks up as if we're watching a baseball game. I animatedly throw my arms up in exhilaration, cheering myself too. Sweet seems to cheer too, singing about the 'Ballroom Blitz'.

I turn upwards to my fellow, skeleton-faced opponent and jump up and down- teasing him over my victory. He stares at the cup in disbelief with a dropped jaw.

A girl up the other end rushes round and hands Mike the cup of beer. He takes it and chugs it the best he can as I high five Annie.
"Y/N." Trent calls from behind people and over all the shouting and pounding music. I'm too busy to hear him, dancing in victory. The people only cheer louder as Mike finishes chugging, grunting before scrunching it up and tossing it to the ground.

"Y/N." Trent calls louder and I hear him: looking over.
"Hey!" I smile and walk to him.
"I think we should head back." He holds my hand worriedly. I am pretty wasted- but the party's just getting started, right?
"But I'm having fun!" I giggle and look back at the girl setting out more cups.
"Nah, I think we should go." He squeezes my hand.

I look back again with a frown and pull away. "I'm going to stay a little longer. I'll call you when I'm home or.. you can wait for me there or something." I look back to the table, eager to play another round.
"I don't have a key?" Ugh. Stop whining already!!

I groan and fiddle through my pocket, pushing the key into his hand, without a second thought, to get him out my face. I turn to walk back but he takes ahold of my wrist.
"Y/N." He frowns. "..Don't do anything you'll regret." He says as I turn back. It hits me a little hard. I'm sorry- I gotta break up with you.

I flash a genuine smile and he sighs, letting go gently and retreating. I watch him go for a second, leaving through the front door. I have to be human about this and consider how he feels. It must feel similar to Mike and Cadence back in the day. I mean, I'd feel upset if Mike preferred flirting with someone like her instead of being with me.

"Y/N!" Annie yells as the beer pong group start to pile through the back door. "We're doing shots!"

I get ahold of myself, turning around and rushing out the back door. I take a seat before they all fill up and gaze at all the bottles scattered on the table.

"Next game is 'where's the water'." Fred from sports club grins and everyone starts to break into worried laughter and chatter. This can't go well.

"I heard your promise, but I don't believe it,
That's why I've done it again."

Duran Duran- hell yes. One of the best bands. And I am extremely drunk.
I lost my Laurie Strode wig ages ago. Smiling, I shout out the lyrics with Mike. Both of us hold cups- half full- except neither of us drink from them. We've had enough already. I feel like I'm going to black out any second- I've never been so drunk before. I've really let myself go tonight. I just hope Mike or Annie holds back my hair when it all comes back up tomorrow. Depending on where I end up, I guess.