Need you | Miles Fairchild

20 | party crashers

The time skipped through the day quite fast and I was super prepared to crash this party. The feeling of excitement was flowing through my body and I could not wait to see Miles' reaction. Alice and I looked hot. Like smoking hot.

"Ready to blow this party?" I asked.
"Never more prepared," she smiled.
"Let's go."

As we pulled up to the party, music blared from the house. It sounded like a lot of people were already there, but the party had only just started, so we weren't late comers. Rebecca's house was huge. It was crazy big. But Miles' house was definitely bigger. What annoyed me was the fact that Rebecca thinks she has Miles all wrapped around her finger. She's wrong. I'm getting my boy back tonight, whether she likes it or not.

"We're here!!!" I smirked.
"Let's do it," Alice said.

We walked into the house, and the party was crazy. Music blaring. People laughing. Dancing. It seemed like an alright party, especially with Rebecca hosting it.

"There she is," I said, walking up to Rebecca.
"Hey, Y/n! Welcome," she said, all smart.
"Rebecca, hi. Where's Miles?" I asked.
"Stay away from him. He's not your property anymore. He's mine," she said smugly.

Without another thought, I slapped her. Right across the face.
"I said, where's Miles!" I shouted.
"Fucking hell!!! He's upstairs, alright!" she said, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you," I smiled and walked away.

"What a badass," Alice said, linking her arm with mine.

I smiled, and we walked upstairs to find Miles. We split up to search everywhere. I heard a noise from a room. Shouting. Angry shouting. I opened the door. It was Miles.

"Miles?" I said.
He turned and looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked slowly.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" he shouted.
"Hey. What the hell is going on with you?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"Nothing, alright," he said, barging past me.
"Miles! Hey," I said, grabbing his arm.

"Look, Y/n, just leave me alone, alright? I'm here to drink and have a good time. If you're here to talk, then leave. I'm not interested in seeing you," he said.

"Fine. Not interested to see me or talk to me? Then I'll do what you're here to do also," I said.

"Y/n..." he started.
"No! You're here to drink and have a good old time at this slut's party? I'll do the same!" I shouted, grabbing two jelly shots off a tray and shooting them both down my throat.

I walked downstairs and left Miles. If he's not gonna talk to me, then I'll drink and have a good time myself. Drink after drink, I felt more energy come to my head. Am I drunk? I hoped so.

I got up on a table and danced my life away, pulling all types of moves.
"It's getting hot," I said, panting and taking off my jacket.
"Wooo! Take more clothes off!" a random person shouted.

Without even thinking, I started taking off my shirt—until someone pulled me off the table.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Let me dance!!"
The person took me outside and sat me on a chair.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?!" he said.

It was Miles.
"Oh look, now he wants to talk," I said, scoffing.
"Y/n, of course I wanna talk. You really think a party full of drunk people is a good place to do it?" he asked.
"Whatever," I said, sitting back and crossing my arms.
"Let me take you home," Miles said.
"No, Miles. I can find my own way home," I sighed.
"No, you need to sit down! Alright. I'm worried about you," he said.
"Worried, huh? If you were worried about me, then why go off shopping with another girl and not even tell me about it, Miles!!" I shouted.
"If I had told you, you wouldn't have let me go!" he said.
"I would've let it slide if you had just told me, Miles," I sighed.
"Whatever, Y/n. Find your own way home," he said, getting up and walking away.

"Wow," I sighed, getting up to go find Alice.