FRAT HOUSE PARTY

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I walk into the door of the frat house in an outfit Aria got together for me (i look like a prostitute). She gets me a drink, mmm lemon vodka, my favourite. The music is so loud and i feel like my ears are going to burst. I down my whole drink and ask the person holding the vodka to fill me up. I feel myself swaying to the music. I look around and theres people hooking up everywhere, and i mean EVERYWHERE. Some of the people of sitting in a circle, probably playing a game. Oh i wanna play. What? Ugh  i had too much to drink i think while finishing my drink.

"DUDE! Are you drinking vodka straight? mmm i like it" a guy with dark hair says with a smirk while grabbing my waist.

I return the action and put my head on his shoulder. Wow he's gorgeous. 

"Whats your name?" the stranger asks me.

"Emma, yours?" i ask grabbing more alcohol. This time tequila. Oh no I'm not good with tequila.

"Im Jason, a friend of Aris. She said she didn't seem to think you were a partier, she was wrong ay" he says pushing me with his shoulder and lifting his eyes and eyebrows along with his head. ahhh he looks so hot.

"Yeahh, she convinced me to come to this umm party thingymajig" did i really just say that. Oh god I'm drunk.

" haha okayy. Do you umm wanna get outa here?" he asks me leading me in a direction towards the staircase.

"No, i can't. Im leaving soon, its a schoolday tomorrow and i really should get going and find Aria.." ii say trying to change the topic, i am having fun but i really don't want to go to his room.

"Okay wow, you really don't know Ari. She stays till like 4 in the morning and stays in bed for the next 3   days trying to get rid of her hangover" he laughs

I  give him a small smile and walk away. Why didn't i just go upstairs with him, it could be fun. No what am i thinking. 

I sit down in one of the circles and a brunette with blue eyes asks me something.

"Truth Or Dare?" she grins.

Oh no.

"Erm, truth" i say nervously.

"Pussy" a girl with pink hair says, i hate her. 

"Dare." i say, bravely. not. 



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