The Beauty That I'm Fakin' - Co-written With bodysnatchers4ever (Lindsey Way)

.5

"Lighten up sis, it's only one night," I had been told earlier by Carter. And I have been dwelling on that thought the whole way there, and the whole way through the party, especially when I spotted my sister talking to a boy for at least an hour, ignoring me before being pulled up the stairs by him, obviously to fuck.

The party was starting to fill up so much, even getting through the mass of people was hard. As I expected the dance music was booming and it definitely wasn't my crowd, at all.

But so what? So what there aren't any people around that I would normally talk to? I was (unfortunately forced) into one of my older sisters short, tight dresses and am wearing my hair in a messy bun, in a party like this you would never tell I'm from a different crowd completely. And so what my sister dragged me here just to leave? It's an excuse to get absolutely fucking shit faced, and who am I to complain?

The house is full of only just legally and only just of being legal drinkers, most of them being 20 and twenty one with the exception of my sister and her small group of friends who are 19, nearly 20 though.

Then there is me.

I have only just turned 16, but nobody here knows that, me and my sister look like twins, or so I have been told. I look way older than 16, at least 18. the people here don't have to know, and probably don't even care about my actual age and that's proven when I'm thrown a second bottle of beer which I open with my teeth and down, beer is shitty and doesn't get me drunk. I need something else.

As I set out on my quest to the kitchen I'm touched, probably accidentally, but inappropriately and I find it so hard not to screen out. I finally manage to push my way into the kitchen, I grab a bottle of Jack Daniels or something of the side and start taking swigs, I don't care if it isn't mine, the bloody idiot shouldn't have left it on the side for anyone to steal.

The travel back was somewhat more successful as the whiskey had already started to take its toll.

Lyn-z and Jack don't mix.

I finally get into the main room, the loudest room full of dancing and jumping people. I guess parties like this aren't so bad after all, I mean, if your drunk. I somehow find my legs moving me over to the middle of the room, no way would I be doing this if I was sober, although I'm definitely not drunk enough for this I can't seem to stop myself, the motivation from the cheering people around me causes me to stop in the middle of the room and dance around with all of the other slags and jocks my sisters ... Wait I don't actually know how we got in or who she knows. Oh well.

The buzz is insane as I move around, feeling the shitty music flow through me as I somehow manage to grind against the people I'm so tightly packed in with. The Jack is nearly gone and so am I, it's crazy what alcohol can do. The way people are watching me would normally make me feel sick to the stomach but now it's making me move that little bit more and wiggle my ass some more. By this you might think I'm a slut, I mean agree with my mother right but I couldn't care less at this very moment.

This isn't me, this isn't Lyn-z I'm not a slut and I don't dance or grind or crave the hungry eyes from the people watching the dancers, no, this is Jack Daniels, this is alcohol. After what seems like forever I suddenly get super tired and the people being this close starts to make me somewhat tense. I have to get out of this crowd, I have to get out of this crowd.

It takes a while and every sweaty body that touches me in the wrong place or in a place that makes me feel uncomfortable whether it be on purpose or not makes me feel like I'm going to throw up and leave a bike taste in my mouth. I can't deal with this, not when it has been just over a week since the incident happened. The thought of it made me shudder and sick to the stomach.

I collapse on the empty couch and take my phone out of my pocket. The bright screen blinds me but reads a shaking 00:39 meaning it's twenty to one and I really need to sleep. Where the fuck was I going to sleep and how?

Ah fuck it who cares. I decide more drinking is a good idea and get up to make my way towards the kitchen. All that was left was shitty beers and punch in red cups. I opt on the punch to find out it's highly filled with alcohol, woo. Despite the fact I'm still drinking I'm very tired, maybe I will just drink till I'm passed out? Who knows.

"Why the fuck you all in my space little girl?" Some brown haired bloke asks me as I try to squeeze past him. His eyes look soft but the rest of his features are stern and angry. I ignore him.

"Did I not just ask you a question?" He steps forward forcefully causing me to spill my drink all over us both.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"I'm sorry dude, it was an accident, lay off alright!" I say, holding my hands up in surrender, to be honest he's not that intimidating, he's average height, the same as me (in these heels) and not buff at all.

"You fucking better be," he pushes me almost over and that makes me snap. I guess it's the alcohol because I'm not normally violent. "Don't fucking push me mate," I shove into him and he stumbles back, he then he swings for a punch, I duck and swing back, getting him right on the jaw. This causes his soft eyes to change in the slightest, he grabs me and pushes me against a wall.

This causes me to start to freak out. Close contact is a struggle of mine, I don't let him see that though as I lift my knee up and pound him right in the groin. He lets go and as I fall to the floor, he makes sure I get a punch to the nose.

It wasn't a huge fight but there sure enough was a big crowd. I hear him whisper something about me being an underage prick as he walks away.

Haha, I know mate but I'm not gonna let you push me around.

I drink a little bit more and decide to find a place to crash, it's at least three by now and the party has calmed down.

When I wake up the next morning my head is pounding so loud and painfully I can't move or hear fully. Fuck. I also don't have a clue where I am.

Double fuck.

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Jade