the last to leave the party - richozzy

how i got you, honey, even i don't understand

a/n: hey so this update came out a bit late, and i apologize in advance! i've been really busy with theatre, and also graduation (woo woo!!) and thus haven't really had time to write. so this chapter is a bit on the shorter side, but hopefully ya'll will enjoy!

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The thing about Grayson, Richelle had learned early on into their friendship, was that he was able to get anything with two things: his smartass mouth, and his sea green eyes.

You would think, knowing this she'd be less likely to fall into his plans. But of course, when her best friend - other than Noah of course, called Richelle came running.

"I'm not going to another party Gray. I don't even know Claire!" She hissed, glaring at him as they walked through the school hallway. "Rich, you need to get out more. Remember, your therapist said social interaction is important."

Richelle rolled her eyes as they entered their english class. "I have plenty of social interaction," she informed Grayson, before sitting down. Alya, one of their classmates raised an eyebrow at her. "What? I do!"

Gray and Alya both snorted. "Sure you do babe." Grayson replied, grabbing the class novel, Othello out of his backpack as he sat down next to Richelle.

Richelle glared at him, before grabbing her own copy out. Before she could say anything back to him, Mrs. Rogers began explaining what they were doing for the class.

She was so going to get Gray back. Somehow.

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Okay, so maybe she didn't manage to get Gray back, considering she was once again, wearing one of her sister's dresses - Jesus, she really needed to go to the mall and buy her own party dresses, sitting in a cab waiting to be dropped off at Claire Golovchenko's house like she had before.

Of course, Gray wouldn't stop texting her as well.

graymcmanus: broooo this party is so lit! ur coming right???

richelleives: yes, for the millionth time i am on my way. how drunk are you?

She rolled her eyes already knowing the answer.

graymcmanus: i'm not srunk. i had like two shots and some wine coolers. i'll be fine tich.

graymcmanus: *tich

graymcmanus: **rich

Richelle snorted quietly to herself. Yeah, Gray was definitely wasted. They pulled up to the house, and she passed the driver his tip, smiling at him, before getting out of the cab.

She walked up the steps and knocked, already preparing herself for what was about to embark. To her surprise, it wasn't Gray who opened the door for her, but Ozzy.

"Oh. Um hi Ozzy." They stared at each other for a second before he replied. "Richelle. Hi."

He stepped back so she could come into the house and they stood there, in the doorway. Someone yelled out incomprehensible words and Richelle snorted.

"You came. Didn't think you would be at another party." Ozzy said and Richelle looked at him. He was dressed similarly to how he was dressed at the previous party, fancy button up shirt with collar popped and sleeves rolled up. His face was flushed like he had had a few drinks already, and his hair was mused.

"Yeah... Uh Gray invited me. Said 'social interaction is important.' So uh... here I am." Ozzy looked at her.

"Here you are."

They stood there for a moment, before Richelle spoke. "So who was the girl last party? The one who picked you up?"

She would never admit it, but she had been slightly curious about her, and especially about her relationship with Ozzy.

"Oh that's Cori! She's my best friend. Why?" Ozzy raised an eyebrow at her and Richelle gulped before responding.

"No reason. Just uh, just wondering." It was silent for another second before Ozzy coughed awkwardly. "I'm uh gonna go get drinks. You want anything?"

Richelle shook her head. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'll see you around?"

Ozzy nodded. "See you around." He saluted as he walked away, and Richelle's eyes followed him. Her stomach turned, like she had butterflies or something flying around in there.

It took her less than a minute to realize why she was feeling that way. She had a crush on fucking Ozzy.

Fucking hell.