Laura thought the boy that stole her first kiss from her would be gone forever but when fate brings the rivals back together during an audition, feelings rekindle...
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Amelie almost trips 3 times in her heels on the way to peters house and eventually she has to use me and Chelsea as crutches, confirming we possibly pregamed a little too hard.
When we arrive people are drunkenly sprawled across the lawn outside the packed mansion, peter emerges from the crowd and runs over to us
"Chels hey! Oh my god you look gorgeous, lemme guess... Tiana?" Peter flirts while hugging her with one arm and kissing her cheek.
"Laura and Amelie meet Peter, Peter meet Laura and Amelie" Chelsea giggles.
"Pirate and... Laura Croft? Right this way!" Says Peter, holding Chelsea's hand, leading the way.
After we get in the door I immediately start regretting my decision to come
"Wait Amelie what if Brady is here..."
Amelie turns to me with a stern face
"Laura you cannotlet a boy control your actions, especially not Brady Noon. You should focus on enjoying yourself and potentially kissing a cute guy."
Amelie was right, Brady was consuming my every waking thought and it had to stop.
I separated from Amelie and made my way to the kitchen. It was huge, it had a butlers pantry and a massive island with about $500 worth of alcohol on it. I grabbed the first full bottle I saw and opened the cap, when I brought the bottle to my nose my eyes almost started watering. I filled a red solo cup with the mystery alcohol, took a mouthful and winced at the familiar burning sensation travelling down my throat.
I realised the bottle I had been drinking out of was almost empty. while pouring the last dribble into my cup I feel a pair of eyes on me, I look up to see a boy dressed as Spider-Man standing there, even with a mask on I can tell his attention is towards me, when he sees I've noticed him the mystery boy turns around and blends back into the crowd.
I try following him but I bump into a guy dressed as a football player and make him spill his beer.
"I- I'm sorry I didn't see you" I say sheepishly. I avoid making eye contact with him and instead chose to focus on the gold watch on his wrist.
As I'm about to walk away the footballer grabs my jaw harshly and forces me to face him. He has brown, dead eyes and slightly curly brown hair. He has a gold chain and diamond earring on his left ear, just as extravagant as the watch. I feel his cold glare flicker around my face and focus in on my glassy eyes.
He lets out a short laugh like he's mocking my drunkenness, "come with me." He demands.
Naive, I comply, letting him lead me through the crowd. "Where are we going" I ask, trying not to slur my words. I stop walking when he doesn't answer but his grip on my wrist gets tighter and he practically drags me up the stairs.
