Hold Tight (Phan Adoption)

Chapter Twenty

Waverly POV

My mind is hazy and warm as I pass my blunt off to Ali. I didn't think I would enjoy myself as much I have so far. It took half an hour for someone to finally offer me some weed, that's what I came here for. Ali said this kind wouldn't make me feel bad afterward like last time. In a way I feel shitty, I know my dads would hate this sight and would be so disappointed. But that's why I won't tell them. I just have to try my best not to overthink it.

The hard liquor burns my throat, it hurts so good. Ali sits beside me talking to some girl, I think she thinks she's gonna get sex with him.

"I haven't seen you around.. You new?" a girl I didn't notice was next to me says. She's got dark skin, long hair. She dressed tastefully and well covered. I can see the slight haze in her bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah.. new to these parties anyways." I squeak. I don't want to say something to piss her off.

"That's cool. My name is Tara, you look pretty familiar.." Tara smiles and squints at me. I can tell she is trying to figure out where she knows me from.

"I'm Waverly Howell-Lester. I go to your school, I'm a little younger.." I try to explain. Within seconds her eyes light up in recognition.

"Oh yeah! You're the girl who got her ass beat by Lensey!" She exclaims a  bit too loudly. Ali turns his head in concern. My heart drops, this is how people are gonna know me from now on?

"Um.. yeah sure. Hey where's the bathroom?" I stand up, I can't talk to her anymore. This conversation is about to take a toxic turn.

"There's one upstairs. Is it true you're like.. you know, lesbo?" Tara tries to keep the topic alive but instead I wave her off and head towards the steps. I knew this would happen. I'm just not high enough to not care.

I squeeze through the people on the stairs and look around the hallway. There's so many doors. I finally open one, thankfully I guessed correctly. Stepping into the bathroom, I hear a scoff in the corner. I look over to see Mason just sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"Oh.. I'm sorry. I will come back, I didn't realize.." Well this is embarrassing.

"No you're fine. I just come in here sometimes to chill out,  parties stress me out." He explains. He looks really fucked up.. he's done something heavier than weed tonight. "Are you crying?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I mean, yes. Uh- kinda." I find myself easily flustered, he's so charming. Plus he cares if I'm upset?

"That's cute," he looks down then back up at me. "I hope everything is alright?" Mason looks pretty concerned. He stands up and takes a small step towards me. My heart flutters uncontrollably. What's happening? Is he even real?

"Um, I guess. There's just a video online of me that people are talking about. You've actually probably seen it.." I hang my head in shame, I know everyone has seen it.

"Oh yeah.. Sorry about that. People are jerks. But, hey, I'm here if you need anything." His little crooked smile makes my hands fidget. He's so sweet.

"Thanks. Guys don't pay me any attention.. no one really does." I say shyly. He takes another step closer to me, what if he wants to be friends? Or more than that?

"I'll pay you some attention. I saw your body on that video when Lensey ripped that shirt clean off. That was hot." His whole demeanor changes. The lust in his eyes gives off a scary vibes, he gets really close to me.

"Uh.. yeah." My heart speeds up in fear. What's going on? He was just being so sweet.. What does he want from me? Mason steps so close that our chests are almost touching. One of his hands traces up my side causing me to flinch. I don't like this at all. "Maybe I uh.. um.." I stutter. "I should really get back down to Ali.. I gotta get home."