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Thirty Two.

Thirty Two.

James' POV.

I was dripping wet, my hands extended wide at each side of my body. I could not believe what had just happened.

"That little...".

"Oooooh", all the boys laughed at the sight of me.

"What are you laughing at?", I began to feel more and more pissed by the second.

"C'mon, James, calm down!", Chris told me. "Laugh it off!", he said while I clenched my teeth and tried to remain calm.

"C'mon I have a shirt in my gym locker..." Barcs said putting a hand on my back.

"Nah, no way I'm using one of your colourful, flowered stamped shirts", I spat, a little too more bitterly than I intended.

"Ouch, that was harsh", Jake stepped in.

"Whatever", I rolled my eyes and started walking elsewhere.

"Where are you going?", Luke yelled after me.

"To wash this off", I yelled over my shoulder. "Just like I said... Another crappy first of September", I was muttering under my breath as I made my way through the crowd to the nearest bathrom. "Excuse me, excuse me, please. Move it!".

I was really short tempered by this point. God, why had I agreed to come to this stupid party in the first place? I knew I should've called it a night when I had the chance. Last time I'm paying attention to Thomas.

Where is he by the way? Oh yeah, comforting ex hot girl and leaving me hanging with that Milla set up. Great. Fantastic. Absolutely phenomenal.

I finally made it to the bathroom where I left my leather jacket on top of the counter and washed my hands.

"Thank God I took you off as soon as she spilt me with vodka", I spoke out loud referring to my favourite jacket. "Blood would've been spilt this night if she'd touched you", I said while starting to pass my fingers through my hair to try take off the gooeyness and stickiness as best I could out of it.

When I was pleased with the result, I dried my hands, put on the jacket once again and stepped out of the bathroom.

"What are you guys doing here?", I asked confused as I saw all the lads and the two girls, ex hot girl's friends, standing there.

"We found you a shirt", Reece explained.

"We had it in our room. Hope it's okay", the dark skinned girl approached me nervously and lent me a piece of fabric.

"Thanks", I replied as I took it from her.

I went back inside and changed, putting my stained shirt in my back pocket so as to not lose it and went back outside.

The lads had already disappeared, except for Charlie and Chris.

"Wanna hang out?", Charlie asked me.

"Yeah. There's no way I'm going back to the house. Casey and Tom are probably over there with... Whatever her name was", I rolled my eyes.

"Let's hope no orgy is taking place", Chris joked.

"Oh my God", Char chuckled at the thought.

"Disgusting", I practically shivered. "This is my worst night back ever", I said as we found another place to sit at the tribune seats.

"Make the most out of it then", Char offered me a cigarette which I gladly accepted.

"Yeah, was planning to when Tom promised to hook me up with Milla", I said leaning foward to let him lit me up.