WHAT IF! cole walter

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO, unexpected encounter

Hollyn had ended up stumbling away from the party, her vision blurry and her movements uncoordinated. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew she needed to get away from the crowd. Her brain was all fuzzy and her vision was blurry and unfocused. She felt carefree and giggly and didn't realize how out of it she was. She came across a big rock formation where people often took dates to at this bonfire. It was private and quiet, the perfect place for making out and other things. The perfect place to take someone to spend some time alone. The perfect place for Hollyn to find a spot to sit.

She found a good spot and stumbles towards it, falling against the rock. She winces, the fall jarring her. "Ow. I'm fine. I'm okay. Nothing's wrong."

"Wow, you're wasted. " A voice chuckled, making Hollyn look up.

Her eyebrows knit together at seeing the familiar face, trying to figure out where she knows the person from. Her brain was all cloudy and fuzzy, the alcohol making her brain slow. The boy was someone who went to school with her, she knew that. And he was really attractive too. He was the typical bad boy; dark hair, tattoos, piercings, leather jacket, the works.

"Do I know you?" She asks, her voice slurring and her gaze still blurry. She stumbled a little, leaning against the rock to help. He got up, his expression amused. Her eyes widen at seeing how tall he is. "Did anyone tell you that you're like a giant? 'Cause you are. A really hot giant. Not that I'm interested. I already have two guys I'm interested in. And I don't need a third one. Especially a guy like you. But d***, you're hot. And-"

"Thank you, but come on, let's get you sitting down." He wraps his arm around her waist and led her to a spot against the rock, helping her sit. "Here, this is a good spot. Not many people come over here."

"Good." Hollyn slurs. She leans her head back, smiling a little. She stares at his blue eyes, noticing how they looked like an ocean. "You got pretty eyes. They remind me of the ocean."

He chuckles, sitting down next to her. "Thanks, I think. What are you even drinking to get you this wasted?" He takes the bottle from her, earning a pout from her. His eyes widen with surprise and an impressed expression. "This is really strong stuff. I'm surprised you can even stand. How much of this did you drink?"

"Like half of the bottle." Hollyn shrugs. "But it's tasty and I wanted to forget my problems. I had some other stuff too though my friends made me drink water to sober up. Water's lame and boring and tasteless." She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

He chuckles and shakes his head, amused. "Sounds like you had a rough night. Here, this will be better than that. Trust me." He pulled a flask from his pocket, taking a sip.

Hollyn stares at him curiously. "What is it? I don't even know what this is." She admitted, looking at the half empty bottle in her hand.

"Vodka. And you're drinking rum. I'm surprised you're able to even form coherent sentences. You've had a lot. It's a wonder how you can even move." He chuckled, uncapping the flask.

"I'm not a lightweight." She argues, her eyebrows knitting together. "I'm not. I swear."

"Uh huh. Whatever you say." He smirks, taking a sip of the alcohol. "Here, try this. You'll like it better than what you're drinking." He offered the flask to her, bringing it up to her lips.

Hollyn was hesitant, unsure if it was a good idea. But the alcohol had made her impulsive and reckless and she shrugged, deciding to go for it. He tipped the flask up, Hollyn taking a sip. He was right, it was better. A lot better.

"See? Better than what you had." He smirked, leaning in close.

She felt herself shiver at his low tone, staring into his blue eyes. The alcohol was really hitting her hard, her body feeling heavy. But she then realized she didn't know his name. "I just realized that I don't even know your name."