My Cinderella story

Chapter two

       I put on a white laced body suit hugging all of my curves. Then I put on some jean shorts that ride up my legs a little when I walk. I did simple makeup and headed down stairs. As I approach the stairs I see Alex standing at the top he was already starring at me. He looked me up and down and then looked away to see everything happening.
"ALEX!" I yelled.
"Yea?" He responded.
"I said only a few people this is like the whole school." Every inch of my house was filled with people. The smell of alcohol hitting my nose making me want to gag. I hate that smell so much. I look around more seeing the different groups of people. In one corner is the football jocks. Classic. In another are the geeks and band members. I don't even know why they came. In the middle are all the girls trying to get something tonight. I don't care as long as it doesn't happen in my house. And lastly the farthest corner. The kitchen. There are the stoners. Fucking hell. He's here. Grayson. Of all people he showed up. Ugh I wish he would just disappear.

I walk past the crowds on people into the kitchen. I am gonna just ignore him if he says anything I'm good just going to act like I didn't hear him. I walk into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Malibu and a cup. I pour about three shots into the cup and fill the rest with pineapple juice. It's my favorite drink. The perfect amount of sweetness with a little tropical. Reminds me of the beach and summer break. I slowly sip it enjoy every flavor.
         "Soph that's not even a real drink," a familiar annoying voice says. I look over to see Greyson starring at me.
         "I told you to stop calling me that," I roll my eyes and walk away.

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      I'm on my fourth drink I can feel the alcohol hitting me. Everyone is dancing and taking with each other.
      "WHO WANTS TO DO SHOTS!!!" Alex yells. I stumble into the kitchen grabbing my first round of shots. Then second. Then third. Then fourth. Eventually I loose track.

        I try to make my way to the stairs stumbling all the way there. I try to go up the stairs but i physically can't. I feel some one pick me from behind. They throw me over their shoulder and walk me upstairs placing me on my bed.
      
        "Here take this," says a familiar voice. The voice handed me two Advil and a cup of water. I immediately pass out.

         When I wake up I look over at the clock reading 5am. I stumble out of bed and turn on the light. I see a body laying in my chair he's asleep.
     
         "AHHHH!!!" I scream "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!"
         "You don't have to be so loud it's early," Greyson says while blinking his eyes open.
       "Why are you here Greyson," I say firmly.
        "Cause you where drunk and I didn't want anyone messing with you."
         "That makes no sense we have each other remember that."
         "You really believe I hate you."
          "Uh yea?"
          "You are so fucking slow."
           "What?"
           "Just go back to sleep."
            "Fine."

       I flip the lights off and walk back over to my bed. I lay there for 10 minutes still trying not to move.
       "Greyson," I call out to the darkness that fills my room.
        "Yes love," he says sending tingles through my body. 
        "I can't sleep."
         "Okay?"
         "Can you come lay with me?" I ask nervously.
         "Uh sure." He gets out of the chair and walks over to my bed and climbs in. I can smell him. The smell of musk and vanilla rushing past me.
          "Goodnight Soph."
          "Goodnight Grey."