This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 60

I am drunk. I am completely drunk. I know I have never been drunk before, but from what I've read in the books and seen in the movies, on TV, and even watching my sister stumble into the house all those late nights, I am there. My speech is slurred, I know it. Every step I take is met by either tripping or stumbling over my own feet or uncontrollable swaying. I barely even feel my own body anymore and the room refuses to stop spinning every five minutes.

I can barely even really how much I have had to drink. Isaac keeps handing me cup after bottle after shot glass and I never even question what it is that I am drinking. I simply take it and down it. By the third cup, second shot, and the first and only beer bottle I will ever drink in my life again, I have lost count. Isaac keeps telling me for a first timer I am doing extremely well, and I don't know if I should be proud or scared of that.

Isaac has had his arm wrapped around my waist the entire night. He has barely let me go anywhere by myself and gives any guy that even looks at me his wolf eyes. Every 15 minutes or so he is in my ear whispering all these compliments about how beautiful and sexy I am and how he's wanted this for such a long time. I have no idea what it is that he is even talking about, but my alcohol soaked brain can't process it well enough so all I do is flash a smile and nod my head. It's all a bit suffocating to be honest. It's one thing to already have all these people around me constantly bumping and attempting to dance and grind on me and the nonstop fog machine blasting into the air, but having Isaac no more than 5 inches away from me at a time makes me feel like I don't even have my own oxygen to breathe. I literally gasp for air every chance I get. He's made various passes at attempting to kiss me and I have dodged every single one. Though I seem unable to stop his wandering hands when it comes to my ass, but at this point, I'm too drunk to even notice.

But there is one thing that my mind has been able to cling to the entire night regardless of how under the influence it is. My eyes have been wandering around everywhere I go looking for the slightest sight of him and I haven't seen heads or tell of him. I have danced around almost every inch of this place, lounged around every place I could catch a breath, stop to rest, and drink. I've even gotten parts of my face and body painted with the cool glow-in-the-dark paint everyone else has on and I haven't seen him once. I have been having an amazing time. Probably the best night of my entire life. I've never felt so free. So invincible. So absolutely alive in my small sheltered world. I've felt like a phoenix that has been reborn from its own ashes. I've danced my ass off, drank it off, and gotten to know more people than I ever thought that I could ever know, and apparently they all know me. I can't walk anywhere without someone calling my name, waving at me, or constantly high fiving me. I've gotten at least two hundred. But besides all this, there is a place at the back of my mind that is still thinking and looking for that one face. 

I don't understand why I haven't seen him. I've been here for hours and he hasn't come into my line of sight even once. He is the one hosting this party alongside Scott, and I haven't seen him once. I've run into Scott, Boyd, and Erica multiple times and caught Scott in various occasions in tight little corners with Allison, but as for the one person out of the hundreds that I am looking for, he is nowhere to be seen. And it is driving me absolutely insane. With every drink I intake makes my mind reel even harder of just how much I want to see him. No, need to see him. It doesn't matter what I am doing, or who I am talking to, in the depths of my brain and my heart all I can think of his him.

"Do you want another drink?", Isaac asks me. We've been sitting down at one of the very few tables to rest my feet. If I had known I would have been dancing as much as I have been, I would never have worn these damn heels.