Mixed Signals

0.5 // The Mistake

•Madison

Let's put it this way. Vanessa Harmon's house (or should I say mansion) at this current moment is a total dump. To the left are sweaty bodies; to the right are red cups and people making out at the corner—literally everywhere I look, I see chaos.

Andie is at the patio, still desperately trying to win Jeremy's heart for the umpteenth time. Oh, how I admire her for perseverance even though it's really obvious Jeremy doesn't show any sign of interest in her.

Tiffany, on the other hand is at the dance floor continuously making the wrong decisions of dancing with the wrong people. Typical, but that's just one of the many things I love about her; her willingness to do anything even if it means making wrong and stupid decisions. She's literally the bravest and most daring person I know and someday, I aspire to be like her.

I looked around for Kyle, but he was nowhere to be found. The last time I saw him was about half an hour ago, at the pool area hanging out with his friends. But I couldn't care less, he was probably upstairs hooking up with some random girl he just met. I don't know, really—I don't know him anymore.

Drew (obviously, I have a feeling we all expected this) is on the dance floor as well grinding on some junior. I think her name's Tina, I don't know for sure, though. But it's a given that Drew would do that. He'd probably get laid tonight too, but I'm also not sure if it's going to be with Tina, because knowing Drew—it could be anyone.

All of them are probably having so much fun while here I am seated at a stuffy sofa, feeling bored as hell. And I couldn't think of anything else but wanting to go home and just sleep surrounded by the warmth of my comforter.

And trust me, being in a mood where you don't want to party is horrible. Even if I'm already half drunk, I still don't feel all hyped up.

Plus the fact that I'm sitting beside a way too straight forward stranger makes it even more worse.

This clearly drunk boy who is sitting beside me claims to be a senior from a different school, and I literally have no idea how he got here. He's cute, but he's not the type of cute where he'd just make you want to burst into little strips of confetti because he's just that attractive.

He's the 'hey-I'm-your-new-neighbor-and-it-seems-like-all-the-girls-love-me-already' kind of cute. But he's definitely not the 'Lord-Jesus-marry-me' type of cute.

"You're really hot, I think we should fuck," he giggled, snuggling into my neck. Ew.

"Okay... um, I'm sorry, but no," I awkwardly said as I shifted away from him.

"I didn't ask for an answer, did I?," he smirked, once again scooting closer. "I just told you that we should fuck."

And just like that, I felt the atmosphere around us heat up. And I sure as hell am not enjoying it—I mean, I don't even know his name!

He was making me feel very uncomfortable and awkward through his drunken gaze (it's not the good type, I tell you). Plus the way his hands are positioned near my thigh and how his body is almost leaning into mine completely is just horrid. But being the good natured person I am, I tried my best to turn him down in the nicest possible way I can—that way I could be safe.

But in the process of letting him know I am not at all interested in making out with him, he started giving me a glare which screams 'you'd-be-paying-for-this-later-if-you-don't-say-yes-so-you-better'. I quickly shook the bad feeling I got off and just continued getting myself out of this mess.