BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

Chapter 22: PARTY LIFE (Continuation...)

MAYA.

"Hey! You don't have to be rude to me you know? I just said what I saw. No one asked you to associate with questionable hooded guys in the parking lot of a party you're supposed to be at"

Stella yelled after me as I walked past her and I scoffed loudly enough for her to know that I didn't give a fuck about what she saw. What's her deal anyway?

"You should be nice to me you know?"

She yelled again when I didn't acknowledge her, making me stop in my tracks, and she almost bumped into me. She stepped back quickly when she noticed I was glaring at her.

"Oh, yeah? Why exactly should I do that?" I spoke through gritted teeth, and she looked scared for a moment before masking it with fake courage. I can't believe she's pretending to be tough at a time like this. She's not completely useless I will give her that.

"Um...because I'm dating your cousin?"

Bitch, is that a question or a fact? And for the millionth time, Andrew is not my real cousin!

"So, what does that have to do with me?" I asked, mustering my meanest glare, and she swallowed nervously. Good to know she's affected by me.

"We're basically like... family or something right?"

She replied, stuttering like that was supposed to clear all misunderstandings between us, and I let out a sarcastic laugh. This bitch not only looks stupid but she talks stupid too. For a second, I felt bad for Andrew; what does he see in her?

"Look, I don't know what you've heard about me," I said with a sigh. I'm honestly sick of her bullshit, and I don't even know her like that. "But I don't give a fuck about what's going on with you and Andrew. And, you and I will never be family so do yourself a favor and stay the hell outta my business. This is your last warning."

I said walking away this time for good. I can't believe I have to explain myself to someone like her because my dearest cousin can't keep his junk in his pants. (Sighs) It's high time I leave this party. I've had enough excitement for one night.

"There you are!" Exclaimed Sasha as I rounded the corner. "I've been looking for you everywhere" Yikes! She stinks of alcohol. How much did she drink?

"Sorry, I had to use the bathroom," I replied before taking her drink and downing it in one gulp.

"You were in there the whole time?" She questioned, eyeing me suspiciously. I nodded before saying "Yep" and popping the 'P' as I reached for another drink. "Why" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"I could have sworn you weren't in there when I looked. I searched everywhere," She mumbled drunkenly, trying to recall what might've happened, and I laughed, ruffling her hair playfully.

"Don't think too hard. You must've missed me when you came looking. They're a lot of people in there, y'know?" She nodded in Agreement after hearing my words before resting her head on my shoulder. Thank God she's too drunk to worry about anything right now.

"Have you seen Eric?" Sasha muttered a moment later, and I shook my head, indicating I hadn't seen him. "I should go look for him." She stumbled drunkenly, trying to walk away, and I grabbed her shoulder steadily. "He can't hold his liquor," She mumbled under her breath, and I held her in place as she tried to release herself from my tight grip. I can't believe she's worried about another person when she's drunk herself.

"You stay; I'll go look for him," I said, bringing her to the couch, and she nodded sleepily, hugging the pillow as I walked away to look for my other property drunken friend.

It wasn't long after I set out to look for Eric I found him amid other partygoers dancing, more like trying to dance, as he could barely stand straight. I dragged him away from the group of equally drunken people, turning deaf ears to his complaints. I wanna go home and there's no way I'm leaving him behind.

"Maya is that you?" Slurred a familiar voice and I winced because I knew exactly who would accompany the voice.

"Hey guys! Funny running into you here," I greeted awkwardly as I turned towards them. Hossein smiled genuinely as Min stuttered a drunken "Hey girl!" and Andrew just stared at me with a blank expression.

What's his problem? Things have not been the same with us since that incident and it's worse because I can't tell what he's thinking.

"L...let's dance!" Min exclaimed, pulling away from his friend's support as they rushed to him before he could fall flat on his face. I chuckled, looking down at my own drunken best friend hanging on my shoulder. I don't get it! Why drink if you can't handle alcohol?

"So, um...see you guys around," I said dragging Eric away without waiting for their response and Andrew's eyes not leaving my retreating figure for a second. I am used to him making snide remarks whenever he sees me. I don't know how to interpret these new foreign yet calculated looks he started giving me after that night.

Argh! Enough about him already! If he has something to say to me, he knows where to find me, but for now, I need to get my friends to get the hell out of here.

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