The Gallagher twins

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—But how can you even think of answering her? Imagine that she's worried because her boyfriend doesn't answer her, assuming that he have already messed with someone else, and a woman answers. She could have thought the worst.

I looked at Arabella as she rummaged through her closet among so many pretty dresses. That day was the party.

—She's not his girlfriend.

—But Aidan said she was, didn't he? —Astrid asked, who was with us and was also going to the party.

—He said they do have something, but it's not formal. You couldn't call it a courtship.

—Serious or not, but you got into something. And I guarantee she's going to tell Ryan. Two things can happen: she gets mad at Ryan alone or at both of you. One of two —she said as she showed us two dresses—. What do you say?

—The one on the left is beautiful, but it doesn't show much. The one on the right is a little simpler, but you're going to show more than you already have —Astrid looked at me waiting for an answer.

—I don't know. You know I hate dresses.

—Oh, that's it —she snatched the dress from his hand—. She's going to wear this one. There are worse.

I had told the girls everything. Astrid was in another world thinking what she was going to wear, but Arabella told me that I ruined a relationship. Hannah didn't doubt he was cheating on her. All I saw was lack of confidence and instability.

—Let's get gorgeous! —I squealed. I begged to pick up a date, singlehood was overwhelming me.

[...]

In the end some friends of Ari who were also going to the party picked us up. The course was unpleasant; the guys were saying vulgar and offensive things, but the most hellish thing of all was the music. They had put on a scandalous genre that was beginning to melt my eardrums.

—What friends.

—They are friends of a friend. I hate them, but it was the only transportation option —she laughed, showing his perfect teeth.

My friends were very beautiful. They looked better in everything, because they had curvy bodies. A plain has more curves than me.

—This house is gigantic. I hope the booze bar is too.

—I want to rot in beer today.

It was my dream home. Two floors, with a balcony that could be seen from the entrance, a swimming pool and everything a rich could afford.

—This place is so fine that there must be wine —I commented, dumbfounded—. Surely they have a wine cellar that costs more than the three of us put together.

After that, we dispersed. The music was loud, it was a moment full of adrenaline. I let myself be influenced by the rhythm.

(I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worried 'bout those comments, I'm way to numb, yeah

It's way too dumb, yeah) 🎶

I wanted to get drunk. I wanted to drink for the first time. I wanted to fuck up. I had never done anything so daring. I was thirsty for life.

For a moment, I went crazy, my wires were frayed. I grabbed a bottle of vodka and drank... I drank a lot. Don't ask me how it felt, because I don't even remember.

All I know is that I didn't know where I was and I had trouble staying conscious. I was saying nonsense. The only thing I managed to make out were two figures.

They were two persons kissing. I had to strain my eyes to focus on them. I could actually make out Arabella. Of course, her red hair gave her away. The boy had his back turned and all I could see was his leather jacket. He was very tall.

Suddenly, my friend noticed me and pointed at me. The boy turned around. But I didn't know who it was; I immediately fell down and fainted.