Complicated

~6~

Eva's P.O.V

"C'mon, why don't you go?" Amanda urges me on. She asked me to go to a party. But I know what happens and I don't want to do something I'll regret.

"Because... They're stupid. I'll end up doing something I'll regret," I say. Amanda frowns.

"No you won't. I promise, I'll be there with you," she says. I roll my eyes.

"Ugh... Fine!" I give in. Amanda's eyes light up.

"Yes! C'mon let's find something for you to wear!" She grabs my arm and pulls me into her closet.

"Why can't I pick something from my closet?" I frown.

"Because, I wanna give you a makeover!" She says. I roll my eyes. I'll let her have her fun. Amanda flips through her clothes. She picks out a black cropped tank top, with a huge cutout at the back and hands it to me.

"I can't wear this! It's basically a shoelace!" I complain. She crosses her arms.

"It'll look amazing. I mean you have that perfect hourglass figure!" She's right. I've always been complimented by that, but I feel ugly. I roll my eyes at the fact.

She then hands me some black skinny jeans with rips on the knees. She throws a pair of black laced up boot-heels at me. "There ya go!" She says.

"I hate this, whys it all black?" I complain.

"Because it's pretty?" She excuses. I glance at the clock, we leave in 45 minutes. I quickly change into the outfit. I look at myself in the mirror. I actually look good. The shirt exposed my whole belly though.

I walk out of the closet to see Amanda with various makeup brushes and pallets. "I can do my own make up!" I say. She shakes her head and pulls me to her side.

"Okay, let's to this, and this," she grabs various things.

A few minutes later she's done. I turn to face the mirror. I look... Pretty good. I have a really small amount of normal glitter eyeshadow, bright red lips, eyeliner and mascara. Nice. I hug her.

She moves onto hair and just curls the tips.

"Thanks Mandy!" I beam. She nods.

"No problem. You look stunning!" She says.

"All thanks to you," I say and she smiles. She goes off and gets dressed.

She comes out wearing a black cropped long sleeved shirt, some short shorts and black wedges. She quickly applies some mascara, red lipstick and blush. She turns to face me.

"Let's go!" She beams. I nod.

"Can we stop at my room quickly?" I ask. She glances at her phone.

"Sure, we have ten minutes extra." I nod and we're off.

I get into my room and straight to my closet. Amanda waits outside my room. I grab my purse and throw in a pink t-shirt. Just in case. I also throw in some makeup wipes and tissues. I walk back out and we walk to her car.

•••

As we pull up into the street, I see the big house. It's really big and modern. We pull into the drive way and I can already hear the music booming, people talking and laughing. I can already see people passed out and tripping. Red cups and glass bottles litter the front lawn.

We walk into the house. I'm immediately swarmed by people and the scent of alcohol. It makes me want to have a panic attack. I have anxiety and this better not trigger anything.

Amanda grabs my hand and lead me into the kitchen. It's pretty big and not many people are in there. She leads me to a group of people.

I see Stephanie, and four others I've never seen. Two boys and two girls.

The first boy is tall and lanky. His shaggy blonde hair is swept over one side of his face. The second boy is normal height and his brown-black hair is in a quiff. His pale skin is almost transparent and his forest green eyes are everything.

The first girl has ginger straight hair and is thin and short. The second is tall and her blonde hair is in a high ponytail. Her gold skin is freckled. I stand there awkwardly. The people stare at me.

"Uhrm... This is Eva. She's my friend," Amanda introduces me. I smile weekly.

"Hey, I'm Liam," the shaggy haired boy says.

"I'm Brandon," the black quiff boy says.

"I'm Stacy," the ginger haired girl says.

"I'm Ariana," the blonde says. I nod and smile at them.

"Hi," I say weakly. I feel my head start to ache slightly. I shake it off. The group goes back to talking.

"You okay?" Amanda whispers. I look up at her and nod. I haven't seen Luke. He wasn't in the room. Is he here? I don't know.

"I'm just gonna go grab some water," I say to Amanda and disappear into the people. I grab a cup and go to the fridge. I see the water dispenser and pour out the water. I take a swig and start to feel better.

I walk back to the group. "Want a drink?" Liam asks, holding a glass bottle. I stare at it. I've never drank before. I shouldn't. No. I shake my head and he shrugs.

"C'mon Eva. Just do it, it won't hurt you," a tipsy Amanda slurs. I bite my lip.

"Do it, do it..." They all urge me on. Not wanting to draw attention, I accept and take the bottle. I take a swig.

The liquid burns my throat as it goes down. I wince at the bitter taste. But something makes me want more.

•••

About 3 bottles later I'm completely out of it. I'm dancing, laughing. I feel calm yet edgy. I like it. People have started to leave but there's still people.

I lose Amanda in the crowd and trip as I walk. I need rest. Now. I decide to go upstairs and see if I can get a room or something. I trudge up the stairs, tripping. My vision is a little hazy. I bump into a broad figure.

I look up to see Luke standing there. "Sorry," I mutter. Be raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" I slur. I still have a bottle in my hand. "Are you a haystack?!" I say. God, I'm out of it. He takes the bottle from my hand. "Hey give that back!" I slur.

"No," he says abruptly. "You've had enough for tonight." He sets in on the table. I cross my arms like a child. He pulls me into him and crashes his lips to mine. It know it's wrong to do this, but it feels right. I give into the kiss and our lips move in sync.

He pulls away and I look into his eyes. Nothing matters right now. We're both tipsy. I think he is. I know I am. We aren't gonna remember. He kisses me again, but this time, lifts me up. He walks me into a room and sets me on the bed. Oh God. I've screwed up.