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PART TWO
☆Y/N POV☆
Another weekend, another party. Ever since my friends dragged me to a party a few months ago, I have been non-stop raging. Honestly, it's not been good, but I hope to run into Owen every time I go. I met Owen that night I was dragged out of my room, and I haven't been the same since I left him hanging. How could I have been so stupid?
Currently, I'm getting ready to go out to another party. I quickly threw on whatever articles of clothing I could find first and slung them over my body. Considering the circumstance of forgetting to do my laundry, I put together a cute outfit for tonight. I had a good feeling about tonight and planned not to get wasted. I will only have a few drinks to get me through the night.
But that did not go as planned. As the night went on, I lost track of how many drinks I had, and I felt the buzz in my head. It's a crazy feeling, yet I sometimes find comfort in it. I'm making myself sound like an alcoholic. But truthfully, at this rate, I'm becoming one. I lost my friends, but that didn't stop me from dancing in the middle of the crowd. Honestly, whoever had AUX needs to hand over the playlists.
Many club songs from the 90s and 2000s were playing, which is always a vibe. I've been dancing with this group of guys for thirty minutes, and I have yet to turn around and see what they look like. In a way, I'm terrified to know. I stopped drinking a while ago, enjoying the buzz and not being drunk. I like myself this way. I like being carefree, especially since I'm uptight ninety percent of the time. Though I was interrupted from my thoughts when I felt myself stumble back and hit a hard chest.
"I'm sorry—" I begin to say, but I stop due to shock. I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me. Owen smiled at me and held my waist as if I were going to fall again.
"Owen," I say breathlessly. He just laughed and removed his hand from my waist.
"I knew it was you," he said with a slight chuckle. I smile back and take his hand in mine.
"Let's dance?" I suggested. He nods and twirls me around. I laugh and dance along with him. We danced for what felt like a couple of minutes but was an hour before he pulled me along with him to the bar.
"Do you want something?" he asks. I shake my head and look at him intentively.
"No hockey tomorrow?"
He shakes his head. "Nah, the season is over. I don't have practice until Monday."
I nod, suddenly feeling awkward at all of the small talk. Owen gets his drink, which is a beer and leads me over to a corner. I stand next to him, waiting for him to talk while I play with my fingers.
"So," he begins, "how have you been?"
I bit my lip. "Pretty good, and yourself?"
"I've been alright," he says, taking a sip from his beer. I nod, and we both stand there in silence. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Can I just be honest with you?" I ask. He nods, and I watch him swiftly take another sip. "I'm so sorry I left you the way I did. I regret it all the time. I have never felt a connection with anyone like I did with you, and I guess it scared me at the time. But I'm not scared of my feelings anymore. I just wanted to let you know."
He watched me carefully, then put the back of his hand against my forehead. "Are you feeling alright? You're not drunk, are you?" he asks jokingly. I smack his hand away playfully and smile at him.
"I just poured my heart out, and this is what I get in return?"
"A taste of your own medicine," Owen says sassily. This guy.
"Tone down the sass," I say, rolling my eyes. "But actually. What do you have to say?"
He puts his finger to his chin. "I think we should start over if you're okay with that."
"Of course I would be," I said, putting my hand on his. His hand felt warm against mine, and I couldn't help but smile at how comfortable I felt around him. He smiled, leaning to the point where I could feel his hot breath gazing across my face. I bit my lip, but I noticed him shaking his head.
"Don't do that," he said. I smirked, knowing me biting my lip was driving him crazy. I pretended I had no idea what he was talking about.
I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip, saying, "Do what?"
"That," he whispered, leaning in and smashing his lips against mine. I relaxed at his touch and slung my arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around my waist. I kissed him back with lots of passion, my suppressed feelings bursting out all at once. We pulled away, breaths heavy, and laughed.
"Can I get your number?" Owen asked. I put on a thinking face before answering, "No."
He squints his eyes and gives me a tight-lipped smile. Before I could react, he snatched my phone, unlocking it efficiently since I didn't have a password. He held it up high, far from reach considering he was a giant.
"Why don't you have a password?" Owen asks, typing on my phone. I shrugged and jumped up, trying to grab my phone.
"Maybe because usually, people don't just grab my phone away from my hand," I said sarcastically. He laughed and handed me my phone back. I saw that he had made himself a contact and even managed to put a picture.
"Here," he said. "I will be expecting a call tonight."
I smiled, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to my level. I carefully leaned in and placed my lips on his again. I relaxed when he kissed back.
