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her secret... (part 2)

part 2 as promised! are you guys proud... i finally followed through💔(I don't even remember what else i said i would make part 2's for and i am so sorry)

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SLIGHT TW: creepy gross musty man alert and it might be sensitive so skip that part ...

Hell. Parties are hell. This is your brand new realization, after having spent the past thirty minutes squeezing past the people very passionately making out in the living room, the ones doing drugs in the corner, and the ones standing on tables with a bottle of something that should probably be illegal for how much chaos it's causing. I mean, you always knew this wouldn't be your sort of thing but you figured that if Taylor enjoyed going to them almost every other week then it would be even just a bit enjoyable. You most certainly did not sign up to be forced to stand uncomfortably close to the over-arrogant sports boys or the cheerleaders that practically cling to their arms. Truthfully, you don't even know whose house this is. Taylor insisted that you two arrive once the "fun has started" but you're figuring out that that just means "once everyone is reasonably drunk."

You're sitting on a worn-down couch that seemed to once be covered with leather, but now it's just covered in questionable stains and a weird smell. Ew. To your right, a girl is laying on her side, occasionally half sitting up to throw up into a bowl on the floor. On your left, you don't dare to even check. Someone's hair is brushing over your shoulder and you're just praying it belongs to some girl with highlights or whatever. It's also kinda cold, or you're just feeling clammy. The outfit you wore is out of your comfort zone, but Taylor said you looked hot in it-though it might just be because the sequin top you're wearing belongs to her. It's a hassle though, with the sequins getting stuck everywhere and having to adjust your mini skirt quite a lot. You do appreciate her helping you get ready though you insisted you could do it yourself, and while she was doing your makeup you had to resist the urge to absolutely ruin what she just did and pounce on her. Thinking about Taylor reminds you, where the hell even is she?

Taylor stopped by your house around 7pm, where you two spent the next hour and a half getting ready. She looks absolutely fantastic by the way, her natural curls are styled and she's wearing those goddamn knee high boots, but her legs are long enough that you still see a good amount of thigh in the black shorts she's wearing. She then drove to the party which took about another half hour, and she stayed with you while waiting for her friends to arrive. You've probably only had one can of cheap vending machine beer, so you're not even feeling buzzed enough to disassociate from this social apocalypse. Your girlfriend, on the other hand, got right in the mood. Even though her close friends weren't around she still gets along super well with basically anyone and everyone, so she was doing just fine. You couldn't even hold her hand comfortably since you both agreed to keep it on the low, so you sort of awkwardly sat next to her. Of course she didn't completely ignore you, but no one would know you two had any sort of relation if they looked.

Some while ago she said she would grab some better drinks, and disappeared into another room. Whether or not she's been here before you're not sure, but honestly you're convinced she's a bloodhound-except instead of hunting animals, she hunts for the center of the party, wherever it may be. Basically, Taylor knows her way around. Social situations are her thing, and you'd honestly rather that it stays her thing. Honestly you've lost track of how many minutes she's been away, it's hard to keep count when there's blaring noise in your ears, distracting you. Every second feels like eternity, you don't know anyone here-or if you do, you're in no way close enough to them to trail them around.

It's loud everywhere, but there was suddenly an increase of whooping and yelling coming from a different part of the house. Although unlikely she got into any, uh... serious trouble, you can't help but be concerned. Taylor's been gone for longer than you'd expect it would take to grab two drinks, and you know her well enough to know that she's probably in the room where all the noise is exploding from. Standing up from the musty old couch, you make your way through the mob. This is a pretty big house, you realize, since it's taken way more turns than it should have.