Animal

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It hurt knowing I would never ride home with Tommy again. He was gone now, and there was nothing to be done about it.

I closed my eyes and sucked in a soft breath, trying to ease my pounding temples. Don't think about Tommy. You promised yourself you wouldn't.

I reopen my eyes and walked towards my car. No longer feeling the desire to stay around like a lot of the others did after school, I hurried through the parking lot, listing off colors of cars in my head to keep from thinking about Tommy.

I took deep breaths and felt a massive relief when I saw my car come into view. My feet started going faster, and soon I was unlocking the doors and throwing my things into back.

I really fucking hated school.

-:-

"Tommy?" I called, hugging my arms as close to myself as I could. I glanced around as I drifted through the sweaty bodies of dancing teenagers.

I hated this. Ever since Tommy decided he wanted to "prepare for the real college experience," as he put it, he's been going to these stupid parties. We were barely even halfway through the first semester of our senior year!

Men.

I did my best to block out the music that pounded mercilessly around the house, along with the people who got up close and personal as they danced.

I listened closely to some voices, hoping to catch a hint of my boyfriend's, but to no avail. Frustrated, I decided to try my luck and go to the kitchen. If Tommy wasn't there, I know his best friend, and the host, Reed Milligan, would be there serving up drinks and food.

I shoved my way through the crowd, wishing that it didn't bother me so much. I've been to lots of parties before, a couple like this. They didn't bother me then. But this one did, because I needed desperately to apologize and work things out with Tommy .. Granted that he isn't drunk.

"Oi! Kenz-aai!" Reed whooped in his thick Irish accent as I entered. His stormy gray eyes were filled with content, and he was very pleased with how successful his party was.

I stopped short when I saw him standing in between Cathy Winchester's legs. I flashed my eyes down to the punch bowl a few inches from them as I reluctantly approached them. "Have you seen Tommy?"

Reed moved his head so it was on the side of Cathy's shoulder that faced me. I tried my best not to vomit in the punch as Cathy moved her lips to Reed's neck and left sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.

Reed, looking unfazed for the moment, tilted his head at me and shook it. "I haven't since he went upstairs."

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah." Reed ran a hand up Cathy's outer thigh, though his focus seemed on me right now. "He said something about needing a second to clear his head."

"When did he go upstairs?"

"Mmrrh," Reed mumbled, his head slightly tilting when Cathy nips the skin of his neck. "Maybe fifteen minutes ago?"

Shit. I nodded and thanked him, not waiting for a response as I darted quickly out and toward the stairs. Making it upstairs, I began searching rooms. The occupied bedrooms were filled with half-naked, or fully naked sometimes, couples making out. They were to deeply into lip-locking to notice me.