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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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"Remember guys, don't take any drinks handed to you. I've seen too many true crime documentaries to know it doesn't end well." Jean says as the four of us stand outside of the frat house.
It was almost midnight when the party began and the four of us made sure to meet up beforehand. I was sure we would all separate once we stepped into the house but I just came along with them anyway.
In the past when we've gone to parties, none of us party the same way. Jean sticks by the corner, observing everyone. Evelyn tries to mingle and Kate, she spoke to everyone who she saw and got with any boys she liked.
"I can't believe it's midnight and I'm not at home sleeping." Jean sighs to herself.
"Will you relax? It'll be fun, you can't just live in your bedroom forever." Kate tells her.
She dressed in black tights, a Jean skirt, leather jacket and black thick boots. It was different than her usual style but she looked good. Our outfits unintentionally ended up coordinating. I wore a tight black lace top with a Jean skirt with my usual pair of heels.
When we go inside, colored lights flash in my eyes and there's an actual dj in the corner playing music with a large crowd.
It looked like my kind of scene. My plan was to get very drunk tonight because I definitely deserved it after the week I had.
"I'm gonna go get a drink." I shouted over the loud music.
I observed the people here, they were all in college but it didn't feel any different from a high school party. I look around the room, trying to find anyone who would look like any fun. There isn't much too see though.
My solution to that was to get drunk so that I could actually have some real fun. The kitchen was packed with people surrounding the bottles of alcohol. The smell of weed was strong and the chatter was louder than the music.
I avoided the guys with the backwards hats because I could just tell they were the kind of men I would hate.
I pour myself a cup, throwing my head back as I chug down my first cup, already going for a second. I needed to get drunk fast.
"Hey, I don't mean to come off too strong but I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are." I look up to the guy standing in front of me.
Of course he had a backwards hat on that read "Saturday is for the beer" and he was at least 5'8. Im too sober for this right now.
