-Chloe
It has been 3 days since the incident with Drew. Its now Saturday and Im where else? Im at a my friend Claras sorority party. I walked into the party and right when I came in they handed me a red solo cup filled all the way to the cup with Vodka and some fruity drink. I was dancing with some college guy holding onto my 5th cup of the liquor. We were dancing to 'I hit it first' by RayJ. I had my arms wrapped around his neck while I grinded my ass against his crotch just like the night I was with Drew.. Ugh get him out of your head girl! The rest of the night I was dancing a drinking and had a great time.
I woke up to my phone buzzing on the table and falling onto the wooden floor. I sat up and immediatly slapped my hand up to my head. I drank so much last night that 1 I dont remember even getting home. And 2 Im so hung over that I might die. I picked my phone up off the ground and saw that I had a text from Drew.
Drew: Can you meet me please, I need to talk to you.
To Drew : Yeah, sure meet me at the beach in 5.
I didnt really want to talk to him because of what happened the other day but I might as well go get some fresh air, staying couped up in the house makes me sick. I took my shorts and singlet off that I had on last night, and put on sweatpants, a tank top and sweater. Its 6 in the morning and its usually chilly in the morning. I slid on flip flops and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed to the beach. I saw Drew sitting on the sand looking out at the water. I went over to him and plopped down on the sand right next to him, rubbing my head in the process.
"Hey" He said.
"Hey whats up?" I asked, I wanted to honestly get this over with and get back to bed.
"About the other night, that wasn't intentionally planned for the night." He told me looking over into my eyes.
"Yeah, I know, I didnt really plan for that to happen either." I said, looking into his beautfiul blue eyes. What? shut up mind.
"But what I really dont get is why you left? You didnt leave a note. You didnt talk to me for 3 days. Why?" He asked, staring deep into my eyes.
"I didnt think it would really matter." I said truthfully, most guys wouldnt care if you didnt talk to them.
"Just like you didnt think it would matter if you used me for a ride home and then never say anything to me for the rest of high school, two years ago? You haven't changed at all Chloe, you're still the same old party girl." He said, getting up and about to walk away, til I yelled out to him.
"What are you even talking about!" I screamed at him.
"Two years ago Chloe you asked me for a ride home from that party and then never talked to me again. Take a good look at me, Its me, Drew Chadwick. Braces, acne, nerd. The one who wanted to get with you for the life of him and you turned him down everytime. You really haven't changed. Just don't talk to me again. Okay?" He practicually yelled in my face and then walked off.
I stood there thinking about two years ago, and it hit me. He was right, he was right about everything. He was always sweet to me, always complimenting me, and I used him for a ride home and never spoke to him. He even asked me to prom and I remember exactly what I told him. "Can you not talk to me.. like ever? Thanks." I was such a bitch to him and he did nothing to deserve it. He's right, I am a party girl, I go out almost every night and get shit faced. I wake up every morning with the worst headache and I go out and do it again later the same night. I feel like such a failure. Samantha wouldn't be proud because even though she liked to get drunk just as much as I do she also wanted to go to college and actually get her life together and I told her that I would go with her. I have a problem.
