Zayn
Another waste of a year. Tomorrow is my first fucking day of my fucking junior year at fucking UCLA. I lay here wasted and naked on a bed of some chick's, I think I might have slept with. I don't remember anything since I was too busy getting drunk before whatever the fuck happened. I get out of the hideous covers and search for my pants. My head throbs in furious beats as soon as I lay my bare feet on the cold floor and before I even want to know how bad my hangover is going to be, my body falls back on the bed.
***
The sound of my phone ringing brings me to consciousness, I get up and sit on the bed before grabbing the ringing piece of shit from the side table. I don't even care to read who the fuck is calling me, I swipe the green button on the screen and put it to my ear.
"What the fuck do you want?" I say into the mic.
"Where the hell are you Zany?" Dan's voice booms into the speaker. He always calls my Zany because it annoys me. So, I call him Danny in retaliation but I guess we're too old for this nickname shit anyway.
Daniel, Daniel fucking Richard, my best mate and probably the only person I can manage to tolerate.
"I don't know. Motherfucker you just woke me up from my fucking glorious slumber." I remark rudely.
"Whatever, bro. I don't give a shit about your slumber, princess Aurora. Its nine in the evening, where have you been? Get your ass back to the house, we're having a partyyyyy." The loud music in the background says otherwise.
"A party? What the fuck? And you didn't care to tell ask me before throwing a party at my fucking house. We have school tomorrow, Dan!" My head is still a little fuzzy from my hangover earlier and Dan is not helping much either.
"Don't be a pussy now, princess. See you in ten?"
"Fuck off." I groan, frustrated. I disconnect the call before he can talk anymore shit from that ugly mouth of his.
Grabbing my clothes from a pile in a dark corner, I look around me at a tiny room filled with polaroids and memories. How do people even survive in such tiny places? I would die of suffocation if I were to be stuffed in this shitty room, it's more like a closed torturous mini hell for me. I dress myself hastily, gather my stuff which only includes my phone and storm out before I literally die.
***
I park my BMW in the expansive parking lot of my house after twenty-five minutes of driving.
I am welcomed by a jam-packed hallway of wild teenagers doing what-not. Solo cups are scattered all over the house and the smell of all kinds of bad things consume my senses. Pushed by for over a million times, I mutter-curse under every breath, as I find my way to our group's usual spot.
Everybody is already seated in their respective seats. Sicily is on the edge of the green sofa I despise, Wyatt beside her, Nat (Natasha) is on the other far end of the sofa, on the armchair beside Nat, Alana is on Aron's lap, Brian is smoking on the bean bag he has taken from one of the rooms and finally my dearest, who I adore and disrelish so much so that I could hug him fondly while piercing a knife into his back, Dan is sitting with me on the beige sofa opposite the green one.
We are surrounded by drunk pieces of shit dancing, kissing and puking all over the place. God help me out of this mess; they call a party, and that also at my place. It's not even fucking Saturday.
"Have a drink?" Natasha passes me a red cup.
"No, thank you. I'd rather not, I have school tomorrow unlike you fuckers." Everybody except me is drinking.
"Suit yourself, nerd." She smiles at me and places the cup on the table between us.
"I'm not a nerd but I'm decent enough to not drink on a school night."
"What? Are you in high school?" Sicily scoffs.
"I'm decent enough to not drink on a school night." Nat imitates an even crankier me. Bitch. I would fuck this little attitude straight out of her later.
"Come on man, aren't you the one who always shows up drunk on the first days and most of the others. What happened to the Zayn I knew?" Aron adds.
"Don't be a fucking party pooper." Alana also joins. Anyone else left to join, can also add a few more sentences, please.
"Fine. If you're so obsessed with getting me drunk." I grab the cup and smell vodka with cranberry juice, Nat's favorite.
"Drink up, mama's boy!" Brian says out of nowhere, he's always so quiet and lost in his own world that nobody gives a shit to even notice him.
"Hey, what's with all the names? Stop this calling me names right the fuck now! Enough with me being the center of your conversation. I cannot fucking handle this amount of attention or care." Everybody breaks into laughter. I take another sip of my drink as the girl I hooked up with last week or that's what I recall, appears from behind me.
"Hey sexy." She winks.
"I'm good thanks." I rudely brush her off as she follows her steps back to whatever dumpster she came from.
"Is there a rule for no sex on school nights too?" Alana says swinging her cup and tapping her foot to the beat of the music.
"Unlike you, who no one would fuck. No." That's it, I'm losing my shit. What is their fucking problem anyway? Its my personal choice to have sex with a girl or drink whatever the fuck I want or if I don't want. Who the fuck are they to decide or say shit like that? "You know why I don't want to have sex with her? Because she has fucking hygiene issues down there." Even though it's a lie, I say it anyway, because they are getting on my nerves and there is no better explanation to prove myself.
"Thanks for the shitty drink and wasting my fucking time." I get up and throw whatever's left of the drink in my cup at Nat's face. Her jaw drops and she stares at her spoiled dress with a shit ton of cleavage. You can practically see her fake tits, I mean it's not like I haven't seen them but still it's too fucking much even for her, but then again nothing is too much for Natasha, which makes me want to snatch and splash Dan's drink as well on her again to see her fucking priceless reaction one more time.
"Happy now? Thanks for spoiling my mood. I guess I might be a party pooper after all." I harshly state to Alana and move to the place where the DJ is playing.
Grabbing hold of the mic from the top of the wide convulsing speaker, I say into it "Party's over kiddos. Get the fuck out of my house."
Everyone is startled by the sudden change in mood. The announcement makes everyone grumpy, angry even but I don't give a flying fuck when my brain is literally banging on my skull. Fucking amateurs, pussy whipped teenagers just want free booze.
***
I'm laying in one of the guest room's bed with the skank who is now asleep and apparently has hygiene issues, after I fucked her brains out. It's been an hour since I shushed out the over-staying drunk guests I have never seen in my life before, now it was this hoe's turn to leave. I pat her on her arm few times but she removes my hand and groans. I hate when girls get grumpy in sleep, it's not sexy- its fucking irritating. After numerous failed attempts, I give up and go to my room. It's almost four when I finally close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
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