Destined to Die

4. The Rejection

Destined to Die

Chapter 3: The Rejection

All I could hear was the deep deafening beat of the speakers. My hips were swinging, my ears were beating, and my head was pounding. The astonishing feeling of alcohol was overtaking me.

I never had felt like this before. And I loved it. I felt like I was descending into a dark blaze, and my body was totally okay with that.  Everything seemed easier. The endless pit of disappointment that was stored deep in my stomach felt numb.

The burning sensation in the back of my throat from my drink was welcomed with opened arms. I frowned at my cup when the burning came to an abrupt stop.  

I made my way back to the kitchen, in looks for a distraction.  

I opened and closed the closed the covered like a lunatic, not caring what parts of my dress didn't protect. Give the guys something to look at. 

I grinned like a mad man when I found a beer, I guess this would do for now.

I like out a groan when my victory slipped out of my hands. “Mere, I think you’ve had enough.” I let out a long annoyed breath and looked at my buzz killer.

I turned to see my Sammy with a crazy expression on her face. Ugh, I was tired of her being my baby sitter. “Give  me  that  back.”

Her face let out hints that she was taken back by my tone. “No, no more drinks. Last time I saw you, you were on your 4th drink.”

“Okay mom. I thought I was supposed to have ‘fun’.” I saw her face change from caring to anger in a split second. .

“I said we should have fun on your last night, not get piss drunk and pass out. I thought you wanted a mellow night...I thought you wanted to spend your night with me..." The last part was almost lost to the loud speakers.

I felt like a horrible person for not telling her about the sudden changes in my plan. Sammy was a sister to me. We both had families that didn't care about us. She was literary my best friend from the age of 5.

But I couldn't let her know without making myself feel like a failure. Even though the reason I wasn't going was out of my hands. 

“Nothing.” I moaned “I’m just having fun!” I felt a sharp pain slash through me, shit I couldn't lie to her.

“This is what I’m talking about! What’s wrong with you?” I had to get another drink before I burst into tears.

My vision spot out my salvation. I swiftly left Samera's judgemental glare, and made my way to my prey.

I tried my newest super power. I wrapped my arms around the small built of a freshman. With a red cup in he's hand. "Can  I  Have  That?"

I could feel a shiver come from the freshmen. He quickly nodded and handed me he's drink.

Once I had my victory I took two long strides away from him, careful not too close to Sammy's grabby hands. The sad sigh of the freshmen didn't stop me from swallowing he's sweet drink

Ah, that would do it.

I looked up with a cautioned glare. Sammy looked like she just saw a ghost, but there was more surprize than fear in her eyes. 

I let a little frown spread over my face when the drink didn't do what it was supposed to...I should have stopped feeling like shit. Instead of the numbness I felt like thousands of pounds were on my chest. Shit, I couldn't lie to her...

I let my eyes drop, not bearing her glare.  “Can I tell you a secret?” My voice was no more than a quiver, but I knew she could hear me.

“Sure, you can trust me with anything. You know that.” She sounded hurt; I couldn't help but feel guilty. I should of told her the second I knew the truth.