Gloiní

Páirtí

            The smell of sweat, hormones and alcohol burned my nostrils. My beanie was making my glasses slip a little. I pushed them back up with the tip of my thumb. My headphones were making my ears itch. The melody of Panic! at the Disco's new album played through my mind. Golden Years was playing.

A group of girls were surrounding me. One of them was hot. They were talking about a new movie that just came out I've never heard of it. It was apparently about a superhero or whatever.

I didn't know anyone here. Why was I here? How far is this from my dorm? Why did I decide to go to a frat party before even meeting my roommate? How did I even get here?

I pushed my glasses up once again. The lights were making me see dirty spots on them. I took them off and cleaned them.

I sat against a wall, like I used to do back in high school.

Don't think about it Sean, don't start this here, please. I nodded and calmed my breathing before I had a small panic attack. Being in a crowd of people didn't help though, as it just made my breathing more erratic. I felt tears perk up in my eyes as if they got happiness from me not being able to breathe. I opened up a video on my phone that helped with my breathing patterns when this happened.

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... it's okay, Sean, no one here is going to hurt you.

I sat against the wall for about another half hour, still trying to get over my attack. I stood up right when the clock hit 9:27. My shoelace was untied. I bent back down to tie it.

I started walking to the kitchen where there weren't as many people compared to the hallways and the living room. I grabbed the closest drink there was that wasn't open. I opened it and it fizzed over.

"Shit," I swore under my breath.

"Not here!" A drunk American slurred back at me.

I walked around the kitchen looking for a towel or something to clean the carbonated drink up. I came across a paper towel rack and quickly grabbed one and cleaned the mess up. My hand was sticky, and it was very uncomfortable.

Who even got me to come here? I should be in my dorm talking to my roommate about our lives, yet here I am at this meaningless party that won't help me with my college work in anyway.

I sat against a wall and took a burning slip of my drink. My body revolted and I started coughing immediately. A group of people around me stared and then went back to their conversation filled with slurs and curses.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself.

"You wanna?" The same American asked. She walked away laughing.

I hesitantly took another sip from the wretched drink next to me. I stood and threw the drink away. I'm not much for wasting any sort of food or drink, but that drink was basically killing me.

I turned around next to the trash can and thought of how I could get away from this party as fast as I could.

I created a plan in my head; I'm going to walk through the kitchen and start walking towards the door. There is going to be three groups of drunk people surrounding the door. I am going to walk as far away from them as I can and run out the door.

Turns out, that plan went to the garbage along with that devilsh drink, because I then got caught in the middle of the second group of people, who were all trying to get me to dance with them.

Shit.

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Hey everyone! Thanks for reading this!

As you've figure out already, this story is NOT written in Irish, only the title and the names of the chapters are. Please if anyone speaks Irish out there fluently, please tell me if the title or names of the chapters are wrong, since I am getting them off of Google Translate.

Another thing I want to address that might be causing someone to be offended or confused or whatever is Jack's panic attack session. I know some people who have panic attacks don't necessarily get them from these situations, but I've gotten one before like this, so I was just writing based on my experience.

But again, thanks for reading!!

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