Best Friends Forever?

Chapter 14 - Party Panic:

Chapter 14 – Party Panic:

I stumbled around, for what seemed like an eternity, in some sort of desperate attempt to regain my composure, but all I ended up doing was becoming more and more confused and disorientated. Everything seemed to melt and becoming one through my hazed vision, I couldn't think straight as around me the room became a fuzz of all too bright lights and loud music; I needed to escape.

I was way out of my comfort zone, lost and alone, unsure of who I could trust anymore, I just wanted to give up and cry. But yet, something, as drunk as I was, seemed to spare me on; the thought that somewhere that gorgeous, attractive and hot next door neighbour of mine was here and could help me, at least I hoped.

A part of me desperately wants to find Ben, in the slightest of hope that if he ever cared about me, or meant any of what he said on our weekend away about being friends again, that he would help me in some way. Honestly, I wasn't too sure how I expected him to help me, hell I wasn't sure he would, but it was worth a shot. Yet as drunk as I might be right now, I couldn't help that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that Ben wouldn't want to help me, especially not now.

It was a stupid idea to think he would care about me enough to help me. It was his fault I had come to this even stupider party in the first place, I just wanted the opportunity to see him, to show him I could be someone without hanging out hope for our friendship. I wanted to show him I could have fun without him, but I couldn't.

I couldn't have fun without Ben, I needed him to be the friend I once knew, who made me happy, smile and laugh but I knew that was never going to happen again. As that idea registered with my brain, it all suddenly became too much, and the tears which I had been holding back, suddenly erupted from my eyes.

My head was becoming more and more heavy by the second, as I pushed and shoved my way through the swarm of drunk teens who had awkwardly positioned themselves between me and the front door. Maybe some fresh air will help, I'm sure I have heard that before, or maybe I just made it up, I can't tell anymore. Either way I needed some way of sobering up and fast so that my parents wouldn't completely kill me when I got home...some chance of that happening.

It was futile. The fresh air done nothing to sober me up, but instead made me feel all the more nauseous and sick than I already was. It was a fight just to stay on my feet with each step I had to take.

Just as I was about to give up all hope of ever finding someone I knew, I spotted the one familiar face in the crowd who could hopefully make it all better.

Neil Power.

As if he were a shark smelling the blood of its next victim, Neil seemed to sense my presence almost immediately as he stalked over too me, throwing his sweaty arm over my shoulder. I wanted to push him off, as usual, but I didn't have the energy, strength or will to do so.

"Someone is enjoying the party" Neil laughs in a patronising tone, noticing that, no thanks to him, I am a little worse for wear.

"You..." I slur, unable to make any other words leave my mouth, what was happening to me? Instead of hearing words leave my mouth, all I heard was the sound of Neil's uncontrollable laughter, like a giddy hyena rather than a teenage boy.

I was unable to string together a proper sentence let alone tell Neil just what I thought of him right then and there. I wanted to tell him just how much I hated him, and how much of a jerk he truly was, but I couldn't.

"What's wrong baby, lost for words because of all my wit and charm?" Neil said in a sickening way as he placed his hands on my hips now, pinning me down like his prey.