The Truth About Forever (going to be uploaded on embraceyourflaw's profile)

Chapter Three

The Truth About Forever {Chapter Three}

The music was blasting on full volume, and I swear my ear drums were going to burst any second.

I was casually swinging along to the music, with some guy which I was sure wasn't Seth grinding against me. Usually, I would've kicked him where it hurt already if he hadn't back up, but today, I was done.

Done with being sorry for myself and just be crazy.

Actually, I just wanted to sit in a corner and wrap myself in some cozy blankets then dig myself into a extra large bucket of cookies and cream ice cream while my period slowly sinks in, sobbing about how pathetic my life is.

Oh gosh, how I wish I could just ring up Cameron and Mason to talk, but I knew that once I did they would just storm into Trisha's house and drag me out of it, causing a scene. Yes, they were very overprotective. By the way, those are the names of my two brothers if you haven't noticed.

It wasn't that they didn't drink or party, in fact, they go out with their buddies to drink at least once every two weeks but they highly disapprove of me being this wild at this young of age.

According to them, when they were my age they would be "studying their ass" off (also known as gaming in the boy language).

Either way, I still loved both of them so much and if any type of problem, such as girl drama, me getting raped, boy trouble, I would turn to them right away.

The guy was still grinding against me, until I started feeling something slightly... stiff against my back. Oh that's just gross.

I squeezed out of the crowd, as I heard the guy yell something about me being inconsiderate or some bull. Ah whatever, tough luck buddy.

I stepped into the kitchen as I spotted a couple of familiar faces, as they each flash me their best smiles. What did they think this was? American Idol? Why the hell are they even trying so hard?

Of course, I knew exactly the answer to my rhetorical question.

Popularity.

We were out of kegs on the table, so I checked the fridge. No such luck. Was karma becoming a b*tch already? I didn't mean to upset Mother Earth but I just didn't feel like getting harassed by a complete stranger.

I knew this place all to well though and knew each "secret" location in this house. Trisha keeps all her extra booze in this "secret" room in her basement, which practically everyone that had came here at least once knows about.

Sometimes when Trisha sends me to restock I would spot a couple doing the dirty there and you have no idea how awkward it is for me. I still had to say "excuse me" and "please" multiple times until they moved aside, moaning as I did. Then I still had to lift the kegs and return up the stairs, being mentally scarred for life.

Sorry, too much information.

Anyways, I risked my chances. I just really wanted to get f*cking wasted. All this music was giving me a huge headache and I knew the only way to get rid of it (at least for now) was beer.

I know, I know. I would end up with an even bigger headache tomorrow and have "regret" plastered right over my forehead but I really wanted to get wasted.

I reached my destination and hovered as I was about to turn the knob. Should I? Should I not?

Would what I see ruin my complete night?

Ah, f**k it.

As I walked in, I didn't see any sign of couples. I sighed in relief, as I approached the beer, prepared to lift up a new pack.