The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter thirty-five.

MEMO BOY - BRIAN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

1:36a.m.

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The party was at a house for lease, and we were all destroying it. The walls, the beds, the windows, and it were all for shits and giggles.

Mandy was pretty unstable. At this point, he and Seb were just drinking and passing out all over the place. But other than that, they were more than fine. We all were.

I lined up the coke displayed on the table with a card, scraping it into neat lines and leaning forward to snort it. I was sitting beside Mandy's friend, Mario. He had drugs he never explained how he got. But it was as if anybody would complain.

I watched Mandy quietly, sitting back and shifting my hips to adjust my posture. She was jumping around and dancing with a drunken smile on her face, and her hair whipped her face each time she jumped and spun around.

She glanced at me, forming an even bigger smile that reached her eyes. When she spun, her eyes closed, and her arms wrapped around her. She seemed almost angelic in that moment.

She looked towards me again, and I smiled softly before leaning back and continuing to watch her quietly before looking towards Bill calling me over.

☠︎︎ 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

My head turned over my shoulder, looking at the girl I was dancing with and laughing at her state as she held onto the doorframe, clearly nauseous. I stepped away, simply continuing to jump up and down and dance even if I felt myself about to puke.

By now, the house was destroyed. Glass everywhere, furniture flipped upside down or stolen, graffiti coating the walls to where nobody knew the natural colour. Condoms and beer bottles were everywhere.

. . .

I could feel a pair of hands stop my hips before I turned to look up at avi, my eyebrows slightly furrowing, but a drunken smile quickly spread across my face.

"Hey, pretty, where's your friends?" Javi asked. I glanced at him, then away to see where Tom was. But he was gone. "I don't know," I slurred.

"So they're not around? Somebody could just snatch you and run off." He snorted, his hands going onto my hips as he leaned down, his lips grazing my neck. He smelt like booze, more than I did. And nobody trusts Javi around alcohol.

But I nodded slowly, looking up at him. He smirked slightly, holding out a bottle. "Want some? It'll only take the edge off." He mumbled. "Come on, have a drink."

"That smells strong," I whistled lowly, glancing at him. "Yeah? here, try some. Come on, you don't wanna miss out." He continued, pushing the bottle into my hands. I took a small swig, my lips pursing before I quickly leaned into a corner to puke.

"Oh, damn, you alright?" He tilted his head, smirking slightly.

"Javi, what the fuck is that?" I sputtered, retching lightly and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I looked back at him. "Just a little bit of everything. it makes you feel light, right?" He said, his voice muffled as he tugged me straight. I was unsteady, holding onto him and squeezing my eyes shut.