Infatuation | Eddie Munson

3- Party

The next day

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I needed to stop listening to Chrissy when she tried to convince me to come to Jason's shitty parties. But there I was, fixing my bangs in the reflection, of Andy's car window as I reapplied some mascara. I had slung on a pair of baggy jeans and a baggy leather jacket and of course, my converse. Andy and Chase, another jock, were talking back-and-forth as I sat there in almost complete silence, losing myself to the music blasting from the radio. I only accepted the car ride because I couldn't drive myself, and Chrissy begged me to come to this stupid party.

It was dark out as I stepped out of the rusty car, the cool breeze of the night sending a quick chill down my spine. Andy attempted to place his clammy hand around my waist as we walking into the house, but I quickly pulled away. He scoffed.

"Fuck off, Andy," I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I scanned the already-crowded house for another familiar face, particularly Chrissy.

After a few seconds of scanning the room, I finally spotted the lively girl, not giving Andy or Chase another second of my time before approaching her.

"Chrissy! This party better be worth it, because I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you," I laughed, causing her to crack a smile.

"No promises," she giggled. I noticed a small amount of blood tripling from her nose, as she quickly wiped it clean with the sleeve of her black jacket.

"You good?" I said in a concerned tone as my eyes averted to her sleeve and back up to meet her eyes again.

"Yeah, it's nothing," she sniffed, before sending me a warm smile.

"You should maybe get that checked out," I said in a joking matter. "Anyways, I wanna get fucked up tonight. Make use of this shitty ass party," 

Grabbing the closest cup near me, I take a look at the alcohol in the clear bowl before pouring the unknown liquid into the plastic cup.

"Flo, be careful, okay?"

"No promises!" I teased as I walked away into the crowd, chugging the whole drink in one go, wiping  the edges of my mouth with my hand.

~

It was a couple hours later, the whole house was filled to the brim, and the music was blasting loudly as I consistently took sips of concerning liquids, my mind getting foggier, and my vision getting blurrier after each sip. I was stood around with no particular group, my body moving unconsciously along to the rythm of the blaring music. I never usually got drunk, but whenever I did, I would become more care-free, and unobservant of my surroundings. Hence the reason I didn't feel a specific person coming towards me, until their hands were gripping my waist.

My eyes immediately shot up, my eyes first spotting the brown, curly hair. Once again, it was Andy.

"Andy..." I say slowly, my dizziness getting the best of me as his face became even more of a blur.

"Hey Florence, you look beautiful right now," he said in a relatively seductive tone, as he stood over me, his face becoming closer and closer towards mine.
"Kiss me."

I grunted, trying to loosen his grip as he continued to caress my waist, his hand reaching to lift up my chin.
No matter how much I struggled, his grip wouldn't loose as I failed to fight back during my drunken state.