Baby Girl || One Direction

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A part of me definitely had doubts about coming to this party with Shay tonight. But now, standing in this tight crowd of sweaty bodies and holding a cup of what taste like battery acid, I am positive I should not have come to this house party. 

I should have known that my party-animal of a cousin would ditch me once one of her roommates mentioned the shots that were being given away upstairs. I decided to stay in my seat on the couch I had snagged downstairs, keeping myself as far away as possible from the vibrations from the bass. When Shay and her friends hadn't returned in thirty minutes and a couple decided to start playing tonsil hockey right next to me on the couch, I found myself searching for a way out of the basement. The only issue is that Shay drove me here, promising she would get us an Uber back since she gave in and decided to drink tonight. 

I stand on my tiptoes, hoping to catch a glimpse of my cousin's black hair in the crowd, but the dark basement and blinding strobe lights made it nearly impossible. I squeeze my way through the mass amounts of bodies dancing and grinding against each other when I locate the stairs leading to the first floor. 

"Maybe if I can find one Shay's friends or even of the owners of the house, they can help me find her?" I thought to myself. 

At the top of the stairs, I find myself in the living room area of the house. There were a bunch of people either making out on the couches or passing around drugs. Wanting to get myself out of this extremely uncomfortable situation, I quickly make my way across the living room and into the kitchen where Shay said she would be. I let out a sigh of relief when I spot Shay's roommate, Mariah. She spots me out of the corner of her eye and waves me over.

"I'm excited you changed your mind, Jenn!" she exclaimed, trying to hand me a shot. I grimaced and shook my head, pushing her hand away in order to decline the shot that she was insisting that I try. I'm pretty sure she notices my discomfort and instead downs the shot herself. I cupped my hand around her ear so she could hear me in the loud room.

"Do you know where my cousin went, Mariah? I think I want to head home," I tell her. 

She pouts, "No! I thought you were having fun with us!"

"No I am, it's just this really isn't my scene and I'm still in high school. I feel like I don't belong here," I reveal. And it's the truth. I really was having a blast with my cousin and her friends when we were dancing downstairs, but being left alone down there really made my social anxiety kick in. Not to mention the fact that I'm only eighteen years old and all the illegal things that I was witnessing and partaking in were things that I had only ever seen in movies. Beer does not taste as good as the movies make it seem and marijuana smells like straight up trash. 

She sighs and I can tell she's disappointed, which surprises me considering I'm pretty sure they all forgot that they left me all alone downstairs. "I get it, Jenn. It's no problem, this is a pretty overwhelming party to be your first one," she laughs and grabs my hand. "Hold on and we'll go find your cousin." 

I smile at her as we push our way through the crowed kitchen and find ourselves in some sort of entertainment room, which is much more relaxed than the previous living area. There's a flat screen hanging on the wall with a large sofa in front of it that is littered with bodies all passing around a couple of joints. Behind it there is a bar that is fully stocked and a pool table that entertains a few people as they play the game.

As I think back to Mariah I feel that she seems very sweet and not at all how Shay described her when she first came home for the holiday break they get from university. She told me all of these stories of how stuck up and privileged she was, but from her actions tonight, I would have never guessed Mariah would act that way. I am broken from my thoughts as Mariah's face lights and I'm pretty sure it's because she recognizes someone.