Maybe Someday

TWO

 TWO

Claire

I look at my phone, the clock on the screen says 7:30 PM. I haven't received any messages from Josh since. All night I've been debating on going to this infamous party. I talked to my mom about it, and she said it was my decision. And if I decide to drink, to make sure I get home safely. Suddenly, I feel my phone buzzing. I pick it up. A text message from Stella.

Hey! Are you coming to the party?

Do I really have to?

YES.

I sigh. There's no winning with Stella.

Fine.

Be there in 5.

I quickly get out of bed and run to my closet. I'm not going there to impress, so I just grab a pair of black skinny jeans, and a red lacy tank top and put my denim jacket on top. For shoes, I simply choose my black Doc Martins. I hear the front door open and someone running up the stairs.

"Hi!" screams Stella, excited.

"Hey."

"You look good."

"Thanks. I didn't want to dress up."

"I can tell. But who cares? Just be yourself."

This is what I like the most about her. She always encourages me to be myself and not try someone else. I can always count on her. She can be blunt and be perceived as rude, but at least she's honest. She helps me with my makeup. She knows I'm not a fan of heavy makeup, so, she only applies a nice wing of eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of blush, and some nude pink gloss. For my hair I just decide to keep it down, allowing my natural waves to float against my back. I look at myself one last time before we make our way to the party.

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The party was wild. Music blasting through the speakers, drunk people dancing, grinding against each other, eating each other's faces... The typical party. I lost Stella a long time ago. If I had my way, I would've left a long time ago, but Stella drove me here. She's supposed to bring me back. In all honesty, I'm bored. I hate coming to parties. I only do it because I'm forced to do so. Literally. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Josh. A visibly intoxicated Josh to be exact.

"You made it." He smiles at me.

"Yeah. I didn't have a choice, did I?"

"I'm glad you came."

"Whose party is it anyway?"

"Killian's."

"He sure knows how to throw a wild one."

"Yeah." He chuckles. 

We stay a few minutes in silence. He looks at me from head to toe and smirks.

"You look good."

"Thank you. So do you."

"Don't I always?"

"You're so cocky."

"So I was told, but I don't care."

I don't know how he does it, but even drunk he manages to be extremely attractive. His curls were messily sitting on top of his head. His cheeks and eyes are a little red due to the alcohol he consumed. He was dressed simply. A black T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Our shoes were matching. He takes a sip of his red cup. I immediately see his beautiful hands accessorized with rings, as usual. His jawline could cut glass. God, he's so hot. I snap out of it before he catches me staring at him.

"Did you get a drink yet?" he asks.

"Yes, when I got here. But I drank it all."

"Let's get you another one."

Before I can protest, he grabs my hand and takes me to the kitchen, trying to avoid walking into people. The second his skin touches mine; I feel the big explosion and butterflies in my stomach. Shivers went down my spine. Only Josh makes me feel that way.

Once we're in the kitchen, which is empty, he lets my hand go and goes behind it. He grabs a red cup and turns to me.

"What's your poison?"

"Vodka and cranberry juice, please."

He pours my drink and gives me the cup. I thank him and grab it. Suddenly, Killian arrives and gives Josh a man hug.

"Josh, my man!"

He's very drunk. I know Killian well. Since he's Josh's best friend. I know when he's drunk, and right now, I can tell he is. Killian is the only one of Josh's friends who has never done anything bad to me. 

"Claire! I'm happy to see you here!" he hugs me, tightly.

"Hey Killian. Great party you got going on."

"I know. I'm the best. I should do this as a career."

I laugh. Drunk Killian is hilarious. He's normally calm, but once he drinks, he becomes wild. He returns to the kitchen counter with three shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

"Here, let's take a shot."

"I'm not sure it's a good- "

"Come on Claire! Let yourself have fun!" Killian cuts me, pouring tequila into a shot glass and giving it to me.

I know I shouldn't do this. Tequila and I are not good friends. The last time I drank tequila, I was bent in front of the toilet bowl throwing my guts up. I'm not a lightweight, I can hold my alcohol well, but tequila doesn't agree with me. But, whatever. I guess I could use something a little stronger. Especially if Josh keeps looking at me the way he does. He knows I find him attractive and takes it to his advantage. Prick. 

"Cheers!" Screams Killian.

I take the shot glass to my lips and drink its contents, washing it with my drink to remove the disgusting aftertaste. Josh looks at me, winks, and smirks. After a few minutes, and two other tequila shots later, Killian hugs us and returns to attend to his guests.

"So, where is Ashley?" I ask Josh.

"I don't know." He shrugs.

"You don't know where your girlfriend is? That's funny."

"We're on a break."

"Again?"

"It is what it is." He shrugs.

I chuckle. Ashley and Josh have the most unstable relationship. Always on and off. They fight, take a break, that never lasts long, then have make-up sex and get back together. But in between, they sleep with other people. In my opinion, they should just break up for good. And I'm not saying this because of my feelings for Josh -okay maybe a little- but I truly care about him. He may look strong and invincible, but I know he has a soft spot, and I know that he hates being played with. Which is why I don't understand why he and Ashley have been together for so long. Anyway, it's not my relationship, so I don't have any say.

"So, do you regret coming tonight?"

"So far, no."

"Is Claire Robinson having fun at a party? That's a first."

I push his shoulder. Amongst all the things  I like about Josh, his shoulders are one of them. His upper body is larger and more muscly. His biceps are large but not too much, and he's not even flexing. He's the fittest guy on the football team. He's short compared to the other players. He's 5'8. On the other hand, I am short. I'm 5'0. Thanks to my mother's genetics. There's a height difference between Josh and me. I need to lift my head to look at him. I like it though. 

"You want to go outside?" Josh asks, bringing me back to reality.

"Sure."

Again, he grabs my hand, and we slowly make our way to the garden. Alcohol hit me hard instantly. I could feel my legs being heavy, making it difficult for me to walk.