Absoloute Chaos

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~Mary Jay~

Not even one full step into the house before I could take in the surroundings. The house smelled like weed and alcohol, and the party was already in full swing.

I think I might die.

"You could get high by just being here. It's like hotboxing without a car." I jolted my head back.

Beck threw her hand around my shoulder, "Perfect, right?"

I shrugged, "I'm thirsty."

Carter chimed in, "Lets get drunk," he turned towards me, "Or sober. But fun!"

I laughed as the two pulled me towards the kitchen. As we elbowed our way through the sweaty, hot crowd, there were people who looked our age and a few who looked like they were way too old for this stuff.

Couples were littered doing too much for description and I could barely hear myself think over the music currently blasting. I think it was rap, but it was too loud to really tell.

A guy passed through, offering drinks but we turned him down and decided on getting our own.

Once we reached the kitchen, Beck poured herself a drink; Cranberry juice with some kind of harsh liquor. Ciroc, I think. Carter did the same except with orange juice.

That's a disgusting combination but I didn't question him.

I grabbed a raspberry sparkly water and poured it into a red solo cup so I didn't look like an oddball.

"Carter raised his cup and we followed, "To being reckless!"

"To being reckless!"

They tilted their heads back and chugged while I grimaced, almost as if I could feel their hangover myself already.

Carter went to pick up the bottle again but I stopped him, "Let the first one settle, sugar."

"I'm planning to get shit-faced tonight. It's Halloween!"

"Remember the last time you got this drunk and you told me to square you in the jaw if you tried to do it again?" I reminded.

He blinked at me and tilted his head, trying to remember. "I don't recall. But please don't punch me."

I laughed and hit his shoulder playfully. "Where's Easton?"

Beck pushed her head in, "Probably sucking some girl's face."

"Ew."

Carter narrowed his eyes, "I'm not sure, he hasn't been with many girls since MJ showed up."

I scoffed, "Yeah right, remember the time we caught him in your dorm?"

"Okay, fair."

"I think MJ here wants to spend a little quality time with Mateo." Beck wiggled her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, "Me? Never."

"Just admit you like him!"

"I don't!" My voice rose an octave.

Cater fake-whispered to Beck, "Her voice goes higher when she's lying."

"I know." Beck agreed.

It went even higher, "It does not!"

"Slow down, Mariah Carey."

My folded my lips in and shook my head. I lost count of how many times we'd had this conversation and it always ends the same way; One of the two in a headlock.

Beck tilted her head back and finished her cup, "I'm gonna go find Ali. She came with a few of her friends."

I nodded in understanding, "Cover your drink all the time and don't pick it up if you put it down. Text me if you need me."

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