Expectation || (n.j.)

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There all all types of drunks. There's the emotional, the crazy, the angry, the insane laugher, etc.....

It just so happens that I tend to be the emotional drunk. That is exactly how I met my boyfriend of now two years. By being drunk.

I was crying in the corner of my best friend's bathroom for no apparent reason. It just so happened that she threw a massive party and I may have gotten a bit drunk. I've been here now for about an hour or so, no one was really paying any attention to me as they came to vomit their insides into the toilet. Tears were flooding down my face and wouldn't stop. One guy came in and my drunken self thought he looked pretty unattractive.

"Ew." I blurted through my tears as he went to put up the toilet seat. He must have not realized I was there.

"Jeez. You scared the sh*t out of me. Are you okay?" His voice is calm, but he truly did look startled. I just snickered to myself, but the tears kept on coming. He crouches down in front of me, his face full of concern. I guess there's a first time for everything.

"I'm fine. You're gross, get away from me." I guess when I was drunk I also had mood swings and I could be nasty if I wanted to.

"If you say so." He stands up and starts to walk out, probably going to go try to find another bathroom since I'm basically invading his privacy by being in here.

"Wait." I reach out my hand dramatically, as if he'll just put his hand in my palm and we'll fall in love as our eyes lock. Psh, sure. He turns on his heel, an eyebrow cocked. A smirk comes across my lips, but turns into a pouty lip.

"Nevermind." I tell him, crossing my arms at my chest and jutting my chin up. The mystery guy shrugs and walks out of the bathroom and into the commotion that is Sophie's 21st birthday party. I suddenly feel lonely and try to stand. Not gonna happen. My legs feel like jello and I feel like my head is insanely spinning. I push myself to my feet and put one perfectly manicured foot in front of the other, strutting into the party. I find myself searching for that guy in the crowd.

"Liyah, you're here babe." Sophie comes up to me and slurs, the birthday tiara that costed $1 is sitting sideways on her head of brunette hair.

"Yeah. I'm feeling a bit better." I slur a couple of the words, giggling like an idiot.

"You followed a guy out of the bathroom. Ooh, Aaliyah." Sophie squeals and giggles.

"Isn't he just gorgeous?" I whisper to her like we're in middle school again. She nods and smiles with her perfect teeth that her parents spent so much money fixing.

"He went that way." She whispers back to me, pointing toward her kitchen. I smile slyly and slip through the mass of people in search for the mystery guy. I stumbled a bit before I finally reached the kitchen. Bingo. I saw him standing on the deck, talking on the phone. He also had a glass of tequila in his hand.

"Hey." I said to him and I tiptoed behind him and leaned on the railing beside him. He put a finger as he continued to talk on the phone. I roll my eyes and just watch the river that's behind Sophie's house. Her parents bought her a house about a year ago, considering they're rich. He hung up his phone and put it in the back pocket of his skinny jeans.

"Look who decided to come around." He gives a deep chuckle and takes a sip from his small glass.

"You're cute." I purr to him, giving a very seductive smile. He looks at me confused and then gives a sarcastic sigh. I take the glass from his hands, put my lips on the rim and drink, looking at him the whole time.

"What's your name pretty boy?" I say, winking and putting the glass on the railing.

"Nick." He says coolly.

"I'm Aaliyah." I hiccup, putting my hand on his bicep and biting my bottom lip. I lean in and so does he, and our lips connect. Electricity goes through my body, his hands find their way to my waist. He quickly turns us around, and pushes me against the railing. My fingers play in his soft hair as he bites my lip. His lips move from my lips, to my jaw, and to my neck as I bend my head back. I hike my leg up to put it against his, my heel digging into his calf.

"You two wanna room or what?" Sophie's voice startles us and we pull apart, looking at her like we were caught robbing a place. I nod and give out a deep breath, my hand on his chest. My best friend leads the both of us to one of her spare bedrooms.

"Where were we?" He smirks and shuts the door, pinning me to it as it slams. I woke up with a hangover, seeing my clothes in a pile on the floor along with someone else's. My blue eyes widen and I slowly look beside me to see a guy in the bed with me. Wait, this isn't even my bed.

"Morning beautiful." He wakes up and yawns, smiling at me. Uh oh.