Dear Chris

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My feet shift uncomfortably on the sticky vibrating floor. Hands holding my arms tightly as I try to get into the music.

Coming here was a mistake. I shake my head. Madeleine should've never convinced me to go to a frat party.

"Jennifer! I got us some drinks!" Madeleine pushes through people, her voice well heard above the pumping music.

She shoves the cup into my chest, spilling 1/3 over my new dress that I bought just for this party.

I thought it was going to be like in the movies. Everyone having fun, laughing, kissing, being the main character. But this? This isn't it.

There's couples dry humping on the stairs and junkies throwing their heads around like it's a basketball.

Taking the drink out of her hand I down it at once, her eyes widening at sight.

"Are you okay?" She snorts. Strands of hair stick to her cheeks, her clothes not looking any better by the looks of it. It's all a wrinkly mess, drenched and smelly.

Suddenly, someone bumps into my shoulder. The shock sends electricity through my arm.

"Watch where you walk, dickhead." I raise my voice at the obviously rude person. As the tall boy turns around though, my breath catches in my throat. A cough sits at the back of my throat, fighting for release.

His brown fluffy hair sits in front of his blue piercing eyes. He takes in my figure, taking a few seconds before looking at my lips.

I get uncomfortable. I don't like people staring at me, especially when it's anywhere but my eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there." He explains. His plump lips take my full attention. Everything around us is gone, vanished into thin air.

I can't stop myself from staring but I also don't want to be rude. So I reply.

"No worries." Is all that comes out of me. As I inspect his face, I try to imagine touching it. His chiseled jawline looks like it could cut someone. How can one even have such genes.

"I'm Matt by the way." His hand sticks out toward me, expecting me to take it. Which I do.

"Jennifer." I greet back, shaking hands now. This seems weird for a party. Shaking hands and greeting.

My legs start to tingle out of nowhere. Jesus, what did Madeleine give me..?

"Come on Matt!" Someone pulls him away. I didn't see who it was but he had the same length and somewhat same hair except for the colour. Dark red, I think it was? I couldn't quite catch it with the flickering lights going on.

Could be his brother, could be his best friend. Who knows. One thing I know for sure and that is I won't be staying here any longer.

"I need to go." I yell to my friend going crazy next to me. Her swinging arms and bouncing legs make me raise my eyebrows.

How did I even end up being best friends with this girl?

She doesn't reply. Her hair swings from left to right still going with the beat.

I'll just send her a text that I left when I'm out, I think to myself. Making my way through the sweaty crowds and crowds of swaying people, I finally make it outside.

The fresh air hits me like a sack of potatoes. The wind blows through my hair.

Going down the set of stairs onto the pavement, I start walking home. Normally Madeleine was my ride but now?

Screeches of a car sounds next to me. I startle at the sound. But as I look to my right I see the same face I saw just moments ago.

No, wait. I see the same face, three times? Am I really that drunk? I didn't even take anything..

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