𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍•ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

17

𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷𝚜𝚝

I can't believe I made out with Eren. My mind races as I replay the kiss in my head, the way he felt pressed against me, how his lips moved against mine. God, I really wish Historia had been there to see it—just for the look on her face. I hope someone recorded it; the thought of the whole thing going viral makes me giggle.

We left the truth or dare game, and immediately, I was hit with the chaotic energy of the party once more. In front of me, I spot Connie, snorting coke off some chick's butt crack. The absurdity of it all makes me burst into laughter, and I can't help but whip out my phone to record. I stand there giggling with Lara on my right, my phone aimed at the spectacle, capturing the moment for posterity. Eren leans against the wall to my left, the smell of him—like cologne and a hint of sweat—still fresh in my memory, but I can't focus on that right now.

"Can you believe this?" I shout over the music, my voice slightly slurred from the drinks. The chaos of the scene unfolds before us like some bizarre reality show, and I can't help but find it hilarious. The girl whose butt Connie is using as a table just giggles, her laughter echoing around the room, while Connie looks completely unfazed by the absurdity of it all.

"Only at a party like this," Lara replies, shaking her head as she nudges me playfully. I glance at Eren, expecting to find him rolling his eyes or looking unimpressed, but instead, he's laughing, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"C'mon, we should join in." Eren says, a mischievous glint in his eye. The way he says it, with that devil-may-care attitude, sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I laugh and grab onto his arm, using him for support as I lean into him a little more than necessary.

"Are you serious? You want to do that? You wanna do coke off my ass crack in front of all these people? " I say, incredulous but also oddly excited. The combination of alcohol and the wild atmosphere makes everything feel possible.

He shrugs, his expression cocky yet playful. "Why not? We're young, right?" His eyes sparkle with mischief, and I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach, igniting the remnants of what we shared earlier.

Just then, the crowd around us erupts with laughter as Connie triumphantly raises his arms in victory, the girl he used as a table still giggling uncontrollably. It's a bizarre sight, but I can't deny how entertaining this party has become.

"Alright, let's go see what the fuss is all about!" I declare, pulling Eren along with me as we stumble toward the action, my giggles mixing with the music that pulses through the air. I feel alive, the combination of adrenaline and alcohol fueling me as I prepare for whatever chaos awaits.

As we approach, Eren leans in closer, whispering in my ear, "You're wild, you know that?" His breath sends shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to blush.

"Only when I'm around you," I retort, feeling bold and slightly reckless. This party was definitely turning into one I wouldn't forget anytime soon.

I snicker when I feel Eren's hand slide to my hips, his fingers grazing my skin just enough to send a thrill through me. He shifts slightly behind me, his warmth radiating against my back. I should probably retaliate, push him away, remind myself that he's still Eren—annoying, cocky Eren—but honestly, it feels kind of great.

In front of us, Connie glances over at another kid, probably one of his regulars, and the guy starts bringing a girl into the chaos of the coke circle. The energy in the room is electric; laughter and shouts bounce off the walls, and I can barely keep up with the madness. I watch as the girl Connie was with earlier walks off, tugging her skirt back into place, clearly unfazed by the wild antics of the party. Connie, not missing a beat, follows behind her, his finger brushing under his nose as he wipes away the remnants of his latest high.