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"Feeling so good at a bad party, we cannot be nice we should get naughty

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"Feeling so good at a bad party, we cannot be nice we should get naughty."

| Theodore Abbott |

I down another drink from the red solo cup from my hands, trying to get my mind off a certain red head.

The first time I saw her today, my eyes couldn't wander off her. Like a fool, I kept staring at her.

And the debate-oh God.

It was fun annoying her, but the fire in her eyes was something I'd never seen before.

I don't think it was a debate, at this point. Or maybe its just me.

Even after drinking 5 cups of alcohol, I felt sober, sitting at the kitchen counter.

Honestly, I don't even think she's here. Ugh, what even is the point of being here if she's not here?

Just when I was about to get up and leave I heard her name, making my head snap towards the sound.

Unfortunately, I didn't see her. Now, I'm definitely not leaving.

Opening the top buttons of my shirt, I get up to search for my friends- someone to pass time with. Or...play beer pong?

Ronan calls me over, "Theo." He nods from beside the pool table.

"What's up?"

"Our tests are ending soon, I'm planning something for Nera."

"Ah." I grin. "Do I finally get to race in those fancy ass cars?"

"Of course not." He rolls his eyes, "Naina asked me earlier."

"Whipped." I mumble under my breath but then he says, "I heard that."

"But yeah, if you won't get us into trouble I'll let you race."

I scoff, "Pfft. Me? Get y'all into trouble? Never."

"I'm just recalling the past million times you got us into trouble." He raises his eyebrows at me as I grin sheepishly.

"I'll call you up, then. Gotta go." He raises his hand at me.

"Yeah, go back to your makeout session." I say with a not-so-subtle wink as he rolls his eyes.

When I was walking across the living room, I noticed a huge crowd howling- literally, howling- at something.

My curiosity got the better of me as I cross the room towards the chaos, sliding between dancing people.

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