Somebody That I Used To Know

Chapter 5: Bad Decisions, But Good Intentions

I pulled into my driveway and walked to my bedroom. I slapped on my dress make up and heels and then checked myself out in the mirror. I wore a skin tight, leather dress that hugged my body in all the right places. It squeezed my stomach in too, so I looked ultra skinny. I had on perfectly winged eyeliner, my skin was smooth and acneless, and I wore 3 inch black pumps. I went to the bathroom to straighten my hair, and while the straightener was heating up, my phone went off, indicating that I got a text message. I unlocked my phone and checked my messages, seeing that it's from Naomi. I opened it.

How did your date go? Is it over yet? Wanna hang out?
-Your favorite

It went fine, but it wasn't a date, and sorry I'm going to a party.
-DePrEsSeDsTrEsSeDaNdUnDeRdReSsEd

What party?
-Your favorite

I decided to ignore her until I got there, knowing that she'd just try and stop me.

I grabbed my small , black, leather hand bag and stuffed my wallet into it along with my make up. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car, speeding to Sam's house for the party.

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I walked into the party, and immediately went to the kitchen for a drink.

"Monica, is that you? What are you doing here?" Manny asked me, shocked that I was even at a party let alone looking like this, let alone in line to get an alcoholic drink. I'd known Manny since 6th grade, and he was one of my best friends. He just so happened to be in love with me too.

"I came to party, asshole now give me a drink."

"Well what do you want?" He asked.

"Your hardest shit." I half smiled, seductively.

"Here you go" he handed me a drink in a fancy glass. I took a sip and set it down on the counter before placing myself on the counter next to it, and extremely close to Mason.

"So when do you get off bartender duty?" I asked.

"Depends. What time is it?" He smiled at me.

I checked my phone and answered him. "9:38"

"Then I get off in 22 minutes. Until then, James and a bunch of the other guys are partying in the living room. Wait for me there."

"Will do" I winked at him before grabbing my drink and diving into the pit of sweaty bodies. There was a coffee table in the middle of the gigantic living room, and two couches, and a million lights going every which way, making it hard to focus. I tumbled over my own feet and landed on a guy, who I noticed was a little muscular. I looked up to see a handsome face with somewhat long, red hair. You could tell he dyed his hair to make it that color. I took in his appearance and noticed that he was wearing a white t-shirt and a leather jacket with blue jeans and black converse. My eyes met his and he smiled at me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I replied, flashing him a smile, although fake, to show him I was being truthful.

"Luke, where'd you go to, man?" A very familiar voice asked from behind who I'm assuming to be Luke. When he came out from behind Luke and finally caught sight of me, he went wide-eyed.

"Monica?" Sam asked with his jaw nearly unhinged.

"Yes, Sam?" I flashed him a flirtatious smile.

"What are you doing here? Why are you here? Are you sure you want to be here? Don't make any wrong decisions."

I looked at the drink in my hand and thought of why I'd come here. Why did I come here?

To feel the rush.

To numb the pain.

To stop the voices.

To make Sarah and Macy happy.

Am I making the wrong decision?

No. It may be a bad decision, but it's the right one.

"Yeah I'm sure I want to be here," I took a gulp of the intoxicating liquid in my hand. "I'm here to party."

"Okay." Sam said before noticing he'd never properly introduce Luke and I. "Luke, this is Monica. Monica, this is Luke. He just moved here from North Carolina."

"Nice to meet you Monica," Luke said, flashing me a smile as he extended his hand for a shake.

"Likewise, Luke. And just a warning, I'm never this outgoing and I never look this good. This look took me a half hour that I could have spent listening to music and reading." I smiled while shaking his hand.

"Well," Sam checked the time on his watch. "I have to go take bartender duty. Have fun you two."

"Shut up asshole" I giggled as he left the room while flipping me off.

"So you and Sam seem close. Are you related? Or are you just best friends?" Luke asked curiously.

"He's just a regular friend. I'm more close with Naomi, Jenna, Collin, Sabrina, and Manny." I informed him.

"What was that about Manny?" Manny asked, wrapping his arms around my torso.

"Nothing," I smiled.

"Well lets get this party started, shall we?" Manny whispered in my ear.

I finished off the alcohol before answering him, "We shall."