𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 || atsv - miles 42

𝟎𝟖.

𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨.

It had been about an hour since Iris went upstairs. I have no idea where she's at now. My head was pounding, and the flashing lights weren't helping. I only took a few sips from my drink and wasn't feeling anything yet. I never drank that much at parties, if anything I would only have one can of beer and then leave. This time, I decided to experiment with different drinks. I was currently sipping on a drink mixed with some fruit juice. I wanted to feel something tonight, whether I used weed or alcohol to do that, didn't matter. I wanted to have a night to remember at this house party.

I was just about to go upstairs until Iris came stumbling down the stairs before me. She had a wide smile on her face, but her clothes and accessories looked like a jumbled mess.

"Miles!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck — her chest pressed against mine. My eyes widened and I gently placed a hand on her shoulder over her loose strap as a weak smile formed on my face. "Hey," I mumbled, fixing the thin strap of her dark-colored tank top. Iris's eyes were low and alluring, her smile still evident. My eyes moved to her neck, noticing the chain on her necklace was completely turned around. I felt bad, but part of me was excited to see this side of her that I'd never seen before.

"I was looking for you all over," She spoke in a playful yet flirtatious tone, her fingers playing with the ends of my braids. "But here you are — you having fun? You better be, if you're a party pooper we can't be friends. Party poopers are such pendejas."

I was speechless. I had never really dealt with a drunk person before, besides when my uncle would get wasted while I was at his apartment. He said some crazy stuff. "Uh, I wouldn't consider myself one," I raised an eyebrow in uncertainty as my hands slowly went to her neck. My fingertips gently touched the tiny chain asset of her necklace, making sure the clip of the necklace was at the nape of her neck. We were silent, Iris's arms still loosely wrapped around my neck.

"Have you always looked this good?" Iris questioned, her voice dropping an octave. I could barely hear her over the music. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I inhaled sharply and quickly glanced around the area. "I don't know, have you?" I said in a low tone, slowly moving my hands to the small of her back. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, the smell of alcohol filling my nose. My eyes followed her facial expressions, noticing how her chuckle turned into a soft moment of laughter.

"What?" I chuckled, tilting my head to look at her face. "You gonna answer my question?" Her eyes avoided my gaze while her laughter continued. She was gone.

"I'm..." She started, my eyes narrowing. "So tired." She ignored my question completely. My hands dropped to my sides while her head rested on her arm; which was still draped around my neck. "Do you want me to take you home?" I asked with my mouth right by her ear. No immediate response came from her.

"Iris, you gotta try this, this shit is fire," a voice from behind spoke, causing me to turn my head and stare at the dark-haired man. Iris suddenly got a burst of energy at the thought of being offered a drink and instantly reached for the red plastic cup. Although, I blocked her hand before she could grab it — and she didn't seem too happy about that. Her dark eyes looked up at my irritated face, her brows furrowed.

"Yo, what's in there?" I questioned; pointing to the dark liquid inside the cup. The guy chuckled and shook his head. "Chill out, you ain't gotta worry about it," he spoke in a smooth, alluring voice. "Iris, come on." I gently guided Iris behind me to create a barrier between her and the guy.