It's just me and you

Chapter 22- Handsy

Y/N's POV

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The people around me shout eagerly as I down my last shot of vodka.

I immediately feel the cold liquid burn the insides of my throat as I finish it. I then aggressively throw my glass on the ground, shattering it to a million pieces. People instantly erupt chaotically with laughter and applause at my unnecessary action.

I then excuse myself from my audience and stumble my way towards the couch. I slowly take a seat in attempt to compose my reckless demeanor.

As I sink into the couch, my head can't stop spinning and it feels like the whole room is rotating around me. I tightly shut my eyes trying to reduce the spinning, it doesn't work.

I ultimately end up closing my eyes to stop the madness. It becomes somewhat relaxing yet my ears still pick up on all the chatter, banter, and laughter around me.

It's a Sunday night and I chose to host a party in my penthouse, not a good idea. Looking back now I should've just gone to a club or drank my ass off alone, in bed.

I sort of feel guilty, I didn't invite Lizzie or Cameron. It's not that I'm mad at them or anything, I just don't want them to see me like this. I'm not the person I want to be right now.

I'm not partying for fun, I'm partying to forget my problems and I know it's immature and insensitive but I cope the way I cope.

I know for a fact that Cameron would want to sit me down and talk about my feelings or something. I know that Lizzie would interrogate me with questions and I just can't deal with either of them, hell I can't even deal with myself right now.

Ever since I received the... the message, I just haven't been able to find peace or focus. I thought everything would be better and to find out that it's gotten worse just makes me so angry, angry at the world for putting me in this position.

I haven't told anyone about my mother and I don't plan on telling anyone any time soon so I'm trying my best to compose my emotions before I raise suspicion. If someone somehow asks I'll most likely have to come up with a lie because I certainly don't desire any pity over my mommy issues.

Anyways, I threw this party in attempts to forget all my problems. Honestly, I just want to be alone now. I should probably just cut the party short, I have school tomorrow.

Shit. Scarlett.

I don't really recall what happened last night but I think I was an ass. She left in a hurry and I know that it was because of something I said or did. That's all I remember, me being mean, her sneaking into my house, and..... that's it.

There's certainly more to the story but I just can't piece it together right now. I hope it was nothing too bad, I'll see her tomorrow and I'll see the damage, I'm sure I can fix it.

I slowly open my eyes and the spinning has seemed to calm down a bit. The party around me, however, has grown to become more intolerable and wild. It's definitely time to put it to an end. I abruptly stand up and stumble towards my house entrance while bumping through crowds of people surrounding all areas of my house.

I take a deep breath "The cops are coming!!" I shout chaotically.

I try to suppress a laugh as I watch everyone scramble to their feet, screaming in fear, as they attempt to exit my house as fast as possible before the so called 'cops' get them.

As all my guests finally exit my house, I am left with a complete and utter disaster. Cups on the floor, empty bottles everywhere, and my furniture is all misplaced. I'll surely have to call the maid in the morning, I hate putting extra work on her. I'll be sure to leave a generous tip, of course.