Don't Forget Me

7//Dreamboat

Kiana's POV
"AHHHHHHH"
This party is like the greatest party of all parties in party land. I'm never going home. I love it here. I was screaming on the dance floor and laughing dancing with this guy that thought he was cute enough for me. He kept calling me baby and was always reaching for my ass. I haven't had this much fun before in my life though. I got tired after a while and went to the bar to take a break.

To get another drink? Or get sober? Another drink.

"Can I get a shot of vodka?" The bartender handed me my shot & I downed it like a champ. I felt it burning down my throat. All the way to my stomach. I got up and the room was spinning. I stumbled a little trying to get back to Kayla. I felt a pair of hands help me up.

"You alright love?" the mystery man asked. He had a British accent so I was instantly interested.
"I am now." I said looking up smiling. We made eye contact for while until I blushed and looked away.
"You're very beautiful. Are you from around here?" I smiled and shook my head.
"I just moved out here and I live with my sister." I responded shyly.
"What'd you move for?"
"To be a model" I laughed.
"Brilliant choice. You could do that because you're absolutely stunning." He smiled. I started blushing and looked away again.
"What's your name love?"
"Kiana, Kiana Black."
"Well Kiana I'm Andrew Garfield & I'd like to take you on a date sometime." I smiled again and nodded.

Andrew and I kept talking. He's actually really funny and cute. I can tell I'll like him. And his British accent is definitely a plus. Our date is in two days on Friday.

I finally found Kayla and we made it back home. The whole ride she was teasing me about Andrew, calling him my boyfriend. Which I didn't mind. He was amazingly handsome. I'm glad I'm finally deciding to date. I haven't had a boyfriend since like sophomore year. All boys wanted from me was sex. It was always sex sex sex. No one could have a civil conversation. Ugh I hate high school boys. I've always wanted to wait till I was married or if I just found the right one.

When we were getting out of the car I was stumbling inside. I wasn't completely as faded as I was before but I was still having a little trouble. When I got to my room I attacked my bed. I checked the time and it was already 3am. You know who I feel like calling? Blake.

Ring Ring Ring
"It's 5am." Blake said sounding irritated.
"Top of the mornin to ya!"
"You're drunk."
"Why do you keep saying that?!"
"Stop yelling. Are you safe?"
"None ya business."
"Kiana please go to bed."
"Blake are you in love with me?"
"What?"
"Are you?" He was quiet for a minute.
"Yes I am and you already knew that."
"But why? This could mess up our friendship. Well it already is."
"Because I thought you'd love me back."
"Well I don't."
"Yeah I fucking got that."
"Somebody's a little upset."
"You broke my heart Kiana."
"Please Blake you broke plenty of other people's hearts. And don't act like this is the first time it's been broken."
"It is! I loved you! And you didn't give a shit."
"I didn't call to argue."
"Then what the fuck did you call for."
"To talk to a friend."
"We aren't fucking friends anymore. I'm done with being your friend. Don't call me anymore."
"But Blake-"
"Bye."
He hung up the phone. Ha wow we aren't friends.
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So Andrew is cute 😊