Trigger Warnings: Slight bullying, underage smoking weed/drinking/partying, some slight sexual content. If this bothers you please don't continue
After about an hour of crying in the dark, I feel better. I'm trying to watch an episode of Friends on my phone, but the party outside my door in the common room is raging on. I grab my headphones off my nightstand when there's a knock on the door. There's only one person who would go looking for me during a party.
"Amanda........."
I cover my head with my blankets. "Go away!" The absolute last things I want right now are company or an "invitation" to the welcome-back bash.
"But I can't!" Enzo whines. "You know I always have more fun when you're by my side."
Before I can answer him he continues, "I won't even make you try weed. I pinky promise." He tries to slip his hand under the locked door. "Can you see my pinky? I want to make sure you see it." I can't help but crack a smile. Enzo always knows how to make me feel better. It's like he has a magic wand or something for me.
"Ugh fine! You win" I shout through the door. "Just give me a minute to get changed." I slip out of my pajamas and into a pair of black leggings and a tank top. It's my signature look. My, "I have no idea what fashion is, but this looks fine I guess?" look.
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Enzo flashes me a grin as I open the door, which does little to settle the butterflies in my stomach. Parties aren't really my thing. Especially parties with drugs and alcohol.
As we walk into the Slytherin common room all eyes are on us. "Ew! Who invited the stiff?" Crabbe whispers to Goyle loudly. It was obviously meant for me to hear.
Mid-conversation, Draco snaps his head around. He glared at them. "No one asked for your opinion so shut up before I make you!" he spits.
"Y/N has every right to be here. Probably more than you since she's not flunking half her classes" Blaise adds with a sneer.
I smile. It's times like these that remind me why I love these boys.
"I saved you a seat," Enzo says, guiding me over to my favorite spot on the couch next to the fireplace.
The party rages on around me. The music blares as people drink from red solo cups and take hits from a bong being passed around. Someone passes the bong to me and I freeze.
From across the room, Mattheo sees this and laughs. "Don't bother passing it to her dude. Grams would never."
I look over to him. We lock eyes and he smirks cockily at me. This gets to me. For some reason, I feel like I have to prove him wrong. Like my life depends on it.
I grab the bong from the person sitting next to me. I get Enzo's attention to ask him how to use it.
He looks shocked. "Y/N, you don't have to do this. Mattheo just enjoys getting under your skin. We all love you how you are, you have nothing to prove." He's wrong though. I do. I have to prove I'm not "Grams."
"Please just show me" I urge. Enzo shows me by taking a hit and then handing it back to me. I try to copy Enzo, but I end up on my knees, hacking up a lung. The boys chuckle at this, and I feel my cheeks warm. I grab the bong back and try again, this time coughing a lot less. I pass the bong to Enzo and glare at Mattheo.
There. That'll show him.
He's staring at me intently with a semi-impressed look on his face. I won. I am filled with satisfaction at this thought.
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