Bring It // EDITING

Bring It

****WARNING****
This story is the most god awful thing I've ever done in my 21 years of living.
15 year old me had no fuckin business acting like I knew what college life was like. I saw like 3 movies revolving around college so that explains it
What you're about to read in 99% of this story is wildly inaccurate, I'm literally the dumbest bitch I know
I'm working on fixing this monstrosity now, so some random young ones (who shouldn't be reading this) don't get stupid ass ideas, unless you're smarter than I am which for your sake I hope you are
Feel free to clown me in the comments bc I deserve it, this was literally so bad
Also I'm into kpop now sksksks

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I walked through the crowded house blindly as the strobe lights flashed, the smell of weed and raging B.O. body slamming my nostrils. Drunk, sweaty bodies danced and rubbed against one another, making it look more like an erotic mosh pit than a party.

"I feel like I'm in a humid porter potty," I commented, turning to my best friend, only to find that she wasn't beside me.

"Soph?" I called, glancing from side to side quickly. I stood on my toes in a futile attempt to search, the towering bodies making it impossible to see.

"Shit." I cursed, pushing through clumps of people, grimacing at the nearly full blown orgy happening around me.

"Sophia, where are you?" I whined desperately, weaving through the crowd. I spotted a blonde ponytail, and I felt myself instantly relax.

I quickly walked to my friends side, grabbing her arm.

"Delaney! Where've you been?" she shouted as she turned to me, her eyes red and low. I looked her up and down, snickering as her posture worsened, "We've been here for 15 minutes."

"Well, I'm getting a head start."

She picked up a freshly made drink, thrusting it into my open hands, "Throw it back."

I look at the pale yellow concoction, taking a generous sip. I instantly grimaced as the sharp tang of vodka hit my tastebuds, along with the small hint of pineapple sitting at the back of my throat.

The warming sensation spread throughout my chest, giving me a feeling that I've grown to enjoy.

I lowered the cup and leaned my elbow on the counter, watching the crowd dance to the music. The floor shaking bass, mixed with the alcohol, gave my body a small hum of life as my hearing dulled.

A pair of hands suddenly slipped onto my waist, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.

"Let's get out of here." a voice slurred, their body leaning heavily against me. I cringed, moving away quickly to get a look at the hammered dude.

"Who even are you?" I muttered, turning to stand somewhere else. His heavy steps shuffled behind me, his loud, intoxicated voice sounding off.

"C'mon babe, just for a little bit." he said. I pressed my elbow into his sternum, pushing away, "No, go away.

His grip reappeared, this time firmly on my upper arm. My anxiety spiked as alarms went off in my head.

Shit, he's not leaving, he's not gonna leave.

"Don't be such a prude, it'll be fun." He whispered against my ear, his breath hot and disgusting. I gasped, squirming away from his grip as I felt his teeth graze my earlobe.

"I said back off, asshole." I spat, fully facing him. His nasty smirk gave me chills.

He took a step toward me, his hands out, "Just relax-"