T E S S A ' S P.O. V
This party sucks.
Some idiot thought a fog machine would be a good idea and I'm practically choking on the thick mist. Not to mention it obscures my vision, meaning I lost Kiara within the first five minutes of being here.
I want to go home. Three guys have always already touched my ass without permission, and the thong I'm wearing is starting to chafe.
"Hey Izzy, have you seen Kiara?" The pink haired girl, coughs violently from her vape. I cringe as the fruity smoke hits my face.
"I think I saw her with Sawyer, but I'm kind of out it." I watch her hazy eyes struggle to stay open and quickly move her onto the couch.
She's with Sawyer? Fucking great. He's a known stoner who goes to another school, and recently has become a dealer to pretty much all girls at my Catholic school. I'm also pretty sure he has a thing for Kiara too, and the last thing she needs is a drug addicted boyfriend.
I search the whole house, finally finding the two of them in a room together upstairs. They're not kissing but when I walk in, Kiara's lipstick is smudged.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snap at Sawyer. He rolls his eyes and flips me off.
Ignoring him, I grab Kiara's arm and pull her up. Like Izzy, her eyes are glassed over and she sticks of weed.
"What did you give her?"
"Something to relax. She asked for it. Maybe you should take some too?" He waved a joint in my face.
"Fuck off." I shove him away and drag her out of the room. "Are you okay? Do you feel alright?"
"I'm fine. I just feel a little sick." I know cider didn't get her this drunk.
"What did you have?"
"Some vodka and coke, a little whiskey."
"I'm gonna kill Sawyer." I mumble. "Okay, let's go outside."
We manage to make it out of the smoke filled house. The music still blares loudly, and Kiara groans as she hunches over. Some guys notice Kiara's ass and start moving towards us.
Clearly they don't see my deathly glare that is anything but inviting.
"Want a drink?" They hold up cans of shitty beer.
"No, she's sick." I snap. Two of them back away but the third still lingers. I recognise him as Luke Evans, the star quarterback at the boys only school downtown. "She's clearly not up for talking so please leave."
"I don't want to talk to her. I want to talk you." I glance up him, warily assessing. What guy would want me next to Kiara?
"Why?"
He shrugs. "I just think you would be better company."
Luke is very attractive. He has short blonde hair, that sticks up in all directions, and the kind of green eyes you don't easily forget.
"I can't right now, my friend isn't well." Kiara proceeds to throw up and the other two guys groan in disgust. I send them a seething look.
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