✰ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ✰

𝟎𝟐𝟒. pepsi boy (1)

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the pounding in your head was starting to become unbearable due to the constant booming of the music that echoed throughout the whole house, rattling your bones at this point. you were starting to see blind spots from every flashing light that filled your eyes, making your throbbing headache slightly worse. you felt like you couldn't breathe with every sweaty body surrounding you and occasionally bumping into you. at some point you ended up shoving a guy by his shoulder blades away from you because he kept jumping back into you over possibly the worst song you have ever heard while screaming at the top of his lungs.

you were about ready to fall to the floor and take a nap because of how exhausted you were from the previous three hours of being in this goddamn tortuous house. you didn't even know where your friends had ran off to, but you honestly couldn't give a shit. you just wanted to get the hell out.

you didn't even drink anything tonight and you still felt tipsy. something in your head told you to set the alcohol down when you went to reach for it the minute you arrived, and you didn't know why, but you listened to your gut and grabbed the apple juice instead since you didn't really fuck with soda and that was the only other option besides tap water.

you held your hand over your red solo cup as you stumbled your way through the house. you thought you were about loosing your fucking mind because ever since an hour ago, you felt like you were being watched. but not in a bad way however, in a way that made you feel safe and protected. it was strange and you didn't quite understand it, but it didn't bother you.

you walked over to the sticky kitchen counters doused in series of alcoholic beverages and other liquids you couldn't exactly make out. you grimaced at the sight as you turned your back to the counter then leaned against it. your eyes scanned the room full with sweaty individuals and the room felt stuffy and reeked of vodka. an ass ton of vodka.

that same feeling returned suddenly. the feeling you were being watched. it started to make you uncomfortable not knowing who's pair of eyes were on you. you brought your cup up to your lips that was halfway full of apple juice now as you took a sip, your eyes continuing to search the room.

and throughout all of the different colors of flashing lights, and behind your pounding headache, your eyes locked on someone who was looking at you with the same expression. like he wanted the fuck out of this god awful party.

your eyes never left his as you lowered the cup from your mouth, lowering your hand back down to your side with your cup.

he shot you a toothy smirk, lifting his can of pepsi up to his mouth and tilting his head back, taking a long drink as you watched his throat roll with every chug. goddamn this kid must really fuck with pepsi, you thought as you internally rolled your eyes. he then dropped the can from his mouth, and you watched his hand crush the can then toss it aside to a nearby trash can, all while his hooded eyes never left yours as well as yours never left his.

he was cute. pretty hot, actually. he had long, fluffy, dark brown hair that fell over his eyes and covered the top of his ears. he had piercing blue eyes, and even from the distance you two were at, you could make out the exact color of his iris. his jawline was sharp and his nose was cute and pointy. you didn't understand why a guy like him was watching a girl like you. you thought you we're definitely out of his league.

his style was fucking sick. he was wearing a pair of orange, baggy, corduroy pants and a black t-shirt, all paired with black converse. and compared to what the other guys in this house were wearing, this kid by far has the best outfit on that you have seen.

your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement at the boy and that same toothy smirk played on his lips once again. usually, when a guy would look at you, his eyes would never travel above your chest. his eyes would rarely meet yours, but you were never bothered by it because that's how every guy has been with you. but with this guy, his eyes were only on yours. never below your chin. and it made your head feel fuzzy, like you were spinning. where did this guy fucking come from? you asked yourself.