VALERIE

One

The entire house reeked of weed and alcohol.

All that could be heard was the sound of the loud music along with strong vibrations of the deep bass accompanying it.

It was literally a scene out of a movie, drunk and or high teenagers, music, hookups, etc.

And there he stood casually, in a group of people who were all talking to him, but he was metaphorically alone within his own mind.

Staring into the red cup he held in his trembling hands he noticed that he was almost done with his 13th beer that night.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself he lifted the red cup up to his awaiting lips then quickly drank the remainder of the cool frothy and foamy liquid allowing it to quench his seemingly never ending thirst.

He knew he had one too many but he also knew he didn't really give a fuck.

He couldn't help but feel like shit when he drank it, he smacked his lips and threw it on the white carpet where some girls were grinding on each other, one of them stepped on it with her pink stilettos and almost fell over.

"Nick, take this shot with me." A slim tall redhead said shoving a small shot glass into his hand, gripping onto the cup he couldn't stop trembling.

"Ready?" She asked seductively staring into Nick's bloodshot eyes.

He licked his chapped lips and nodded, seeing his vision blur once more, the people around him started chanting his name in encouragement.

Without hesitation, he threw his head back quickly and downed the shot of the strong vodka, feeling the burn in his throat and stomach had become such a familiar feeling to him.

The redhead giggled when he tossed the shot glass onto the floor and stuck his tongue out in success.

"Fuck, I feel like dying." Nick said slowly while he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to see better.

"You can't die, I haven't even gotten a taste of you." The redhead winked at Nick, shoving her body against his.

"Slut."

"Skank."

"Desperate."

The redhead rolled her eyes at the remarks of the surrounding girls and continued to rub her body against Nick's to the beat of the music.

Suddenly he felt all the liquor and drugs he had consumed that night mix with the 7 strawberry Pop-Tarts he had eaten for breakfast.

Shoving the girl away from him he ran towards a door in the back of the living room, he shoved and pushed not even caring who he harmed.

When the cool outside air hit him, he let the chunks of vomit come out, landing onto the green grass it piled up into nothing but chunks.

Hovering over his own vomit, the drunken teenager attempted to get up but fell in his own throw up, causing it to stain the white V-neck he had on, "No." He groaned in disgust, finally he stood up straight but stumbled a bit as he did so.

The night was calm and still, the cool breeze ran delicately through the trees causing the autumn colored leaves to either rustle or fall down onto the green grass.

He could only hear the muffled music inside and the harsh wind blowing, shutting his eyes he felt weirdly at peace.

"You're always doing that shit."

Nick opened his eyes when he heard the high pitched shouting.

"I'm not being stupid, I'm done with you this time Wes, I'm just done."