Maeva Renolds is a 17 year old girl. On the day of her birthday, she surprisingly got into the best college in the state a year earlier then supposed to. After seeing her childhood nemesis, and previous boyfriend, Nathaniel Stone- or Nate as every c...
TW: Underage drinking, alcohol, slight sexual activity, swearing
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Chapter 13
October 31, Saturday
Maeva's POV
And yet again, I'm at a high school party. Thought that after I went to college I wouldn't have to attend these parties anymore-- but guess I was wrong.
It was a halloween party, so obviously we had to wear costumes. I didn't want to go over the top with it, as per usual, so I just wore a satin white dress that reached my knees with angel wings on the back.
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Maeva's outfit
Sienna and Dylan were there too. I mean, Sienna was the one who found the party in the first place, so she was obviously going to be here.
It was their first halloween as a couple, so they wore couples costumes. Sienna just dressed as 'Lilo', while Dylan had a 'Stitch' onesie on from 'Lilo and Stitch'.
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Sienna and Dylan's outfit
And looking at them, all couple-ly and cute together, I couldn't help but feel this pang of jealousy run through my veins.
Of course, I love Sienna and Dylan together. They're happy.
And I've never had a problem with being single. I've only had a few boyfriends before Nate; and those relationships didn't last more than a few weeks, so honestly, I didn't even count them as boyfriends. I've been single practically my whole life.
But after experiencing what love could feel like, and somehow fall back into being lonely again, that just-- that just hurts. Because Sienna and Dylan were what Nate and I could've been-- so I'm more jealous of what they have than them being together.
Which is also why I planned to get as drunk as possible at this party.
Time skip
No one's POV
Sienna and Maeva danced together, drunken laughs escaping their mouths. Their vision was blurry, and the most sober one of the trio was Dylan, yet even he couldn't walk straight.
"Let's go get another shot!" Maeva loudly suggested, pulling her two friends over to where the alcohol was. Usually, Kathrin would be there to keep them in check. She might be the one with the least common sense usually, but when it comes to being the sober-friend, Kathrin would always make sure to not fail on her two friends.
But she wasn't there right then, which meant no one keeping them in check-- which meant they could be doing the most reckless shit, and there was going to be no one to stop them.
After Maeva shakily poured each of them a shot, they all picked it up. Though before she actually drank it though, she saw a tall familiar figure walk past her.
"I swear I just saw Oskar." Maeva slurred, holding onto the table to not fall over; but she waved it off, the three of them downing their shots.
Looking over to the side, Maeva saw a group of people playing spin the bottle. She strutted over to them, leaving Sienna and Dylan, saying, "I wanna join."
Most of the boys smirked, letting her join in, while the girls just gave her scowls and glares. "How 'bout you go next?" One of the boys offered, a smirk on his face as he handed the empty bottle of alcohol to her.
Maeva mirrored his expression, taking the bottle from him as she spun it as hard as she could. After a few seconds of spinning, it finally landed on a boy with green-ish blue eyes and curly dark brown hair. Vernon Harris.
Sienna did tell Maeva of what Vernon did to her, and of course, the Renolds girl wouldn't do anything to hurt her friend. But in her drunken haze, she had completely forgotten about the incident.
"Come here, princess." The dark haired boy rasped out, a smug look painted on his face.
The curly haired brunette confidently walked over to the boy, straddling him as she set both of her arms on his shoulders. His hands snaked around her waist, squeezing it slightly.
Maeva slowly leaned down, connecting their lips. The kiss was sloppy, eventually speeding up. She started playing with his hair, tugging at it slightly.
The girl could feel his tongue go into her mouth, exploring it. She could also feel herself moan into the kiss.
Her sober self would be so disappointed in her-- and deep inside her mind, she had a voice screaming for her to get the fuck away from him. But because she was still hurting-- the sadness intoxicating her heart, like how the alcohol intoxicated her head-- she only kissed him harder.
Maeva felt her dress rise up her legs. Vernon took that chance by putting his cold hands on her thighs, going closer and closer to her heat.
Finally, Maeva realised what she was doing. She was making out with the pervert that was going to do God knows what to her best friend last year at prom.
The Renolds girl pulled away, regret and dismay clouding her head. To play it off, she wore a smirk on her face, giving the boy a wink before walking away; giggling at the boner she's given him.
Stumbling over to an empty hallway, Maeva used her left hand to hold onto the wooden wall, her other hand holding onto her forehead as if it would stop the spinning.
Tears blurred her vision even more. She could hear her blood pounding in her head, her breathing increasing.
After a long time of made-up happiness, the curly haired brunette knew that the distress would catch up to her at some point. It always will if she doesn't resolve it; but she didn't expect it to be so soon, so sudden.
She's been lying to Josh, she's been lying to Nate... and she's been lying to herself. She's not over the blonde boy she fell in love with-- not close, not even a bit.
All she's been doing is tell herself she's moved on and being brainwashed with this newfound boy so that she could live a make-shift joyful life without being bothered by the toll Nate has left on her heart.
And all she could do now was pretend that everything was fine while she was crumbling on the inside.