7-valentina

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Valentina

The world echoes around me the second I step foot into the vast doorways of the substantial mansion Maci owns. Music bombarding around me, pumping through the speakers at full volume and speed, everyone's voices and thoughts surrounding each cell in my body.

I grab a random drink off of a table that is most likely laced, and take a sip.

And it tastes like sewerage pipe gunk!

I don't fight my sense of self control and grab another one, sipping away at it until it becomes empty.

And I've already drank four large cups of what I think is daiquiri.

Before I know it the entire table of daiquiri is gone.

Did I just drink ten whole cups of heavily concentrated alcoholic beverages?

As I walk past a large crowd of people playing goon of fortune, everyone's thoughts echo though my mind.

He's so fine

Get me another drink

Tequila

I don't want to be here

Oh shut up for once

Embarrassing

Emma looks like a fucking horse

Mia is being a bitch tonight

Slut

My mums gonna kill me if she finds out where I am

There are about 7 trillion nerves that surround the entire human body, and somehow everyone's thoughts seem to get onto every single on of them.

I just want to know where Liam is.

And if he is still hanging around that lame excuse of a human Leah.

I sit down on the lounge that sits neatly in the corner of the messy house that has been absolutely trashed by a bunch of feral teenagers.

Abigail and Lisa sit beside me, talking in their own conversation.

"Yeah, him and Leah broke up!" Abigail informs Lisa, and my attention is instantly drawn towards their conversation. "Ha, now I finally have a chance!" Lisa laughs, and I notice that Emerson is standing with her back against the wall, staring at them and laughing to herself.

"If I had one night with him-i would take it. One night with nothing but us" Abigail explains with heart shaped eyes and Emerson just laughs out loud at them and looks down towards her feet. "What are you laughing at, you fucking dog" Abigail shouts at her, and I can sense the drunk mess in her breath.

Pussy face...

Emerson's thoughts are the most loud and powerful I've ever heard.

"You better stay the fuck away from Liam, Abigail" Emerson calmly says, close to her face. It seems like she is yelling but she is so calm.

Liam's mine, not Abigail's-plus-I actually have experience

"Or what, what friends are gonna stick up for you" Abigail shouts in her face with nothing but hate in her tone.

Oh what's she gonna do, she has no friends!

Emerson grabs her shirt and throws her to the ground.

I don't even like Liam at all- I just hate Abigail

"Did my friends just do that?"

Abigail shoots up off the floor, and stands behind Emerson.

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