What is more important? Uncovering the truth that has been hidden for hundreds of years? Or your own life?
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The one infuriating thing he has had to face since he was a child was her. She challenged him at every given chance, constantly competed...
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"Drunken words are just sober thoughts.."
Present
I hate this. Parties are supposed to be fun but this place is hell. I felt out of place in the beginning and now everyone is too drunk to care who is who. That's on them for playing weird games. "Try to have fun shortcake." These two need to do something better than annoying me. Probably go somewhere and do something to each other.
Joe gives me a glass of alcohol. I'm not sure what all is in it, but she definitely diluted my liquor with some juice. Thank god for that. "Why don't you try to play beer pong?"
"I don't play games I know I'll lose. I'm competitive." Harry shakes his head. "This is a party honey. You're supposed to get drunk and chill." I don't mind getting drunk, I honestly want to try it but I think this party would get worse if I have a pounding headache.
This is all Joe's fault!
"No." I pull the cover over my head only for it to be yanked away. Has my mother's spirit entered Joe? Probably. "Anny come on. You didn't go to the first party either. I know you want to study all the time but this is also a part of our lives. Get up! I don't wanna go alone. And if you don't enjoy, we will return."
I don't respond, pretending to be asleep but she pulls me up in a sitting position and shoves three options of clothes in front of me. I pick the shorts but she points at the dress. Why give me options? Doesn't matter, dress is pretty. Just short. But pretty.
And now here I am. Completely out of place. I was never allowed to go to parties that happened in school. I was never invited to parties at Harvard, so I have no idea what to do here except stand in a corner and not bother anyone. "Drink it." Joe says. So I do. Might as well try this and be done with it. I scrunch my nose and slam the glass back down on the table. My throat burning.
"I didn't mean chug it." I cough in response to her before looking at my two friends. "I'm never drinking again."
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"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"
This is the best night of my life! I finish my whole bottle of beer, slam it down on the table and pick another one. I said I'm competitive and I meant it. The girl in front of me, who I met when I thought of applying for cheerleading gives up halfway through her third bottle. I slam down my fourth, screaming in triumph as everyone around me cheers.
"Who else wants to compete with the champion?!" Some dude asks everyone while standing beside me.
"No one." I hear and frown. Weren't they the ones who asked me to have fun? Harry looks at me, all amused while Joe looks worried. "You've had enough, let's go back Anny." People boo at her, calling her a party pooper.
