The party is already in full swing and I'm buzzing
The jagermeister shots that Rue kept making me drink is already in full effect
My hands feel numb and my feet are tingly
This is going to be one hell of a night
I'm drunk I'm happy and I'm feeling courageous
Now where the fuck is Salem
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Vincent
I've sobered up and my night is going surprisingly better than before
The boys have managed to set up a game of strip poker in the dining room and I'm sitting at the head of the table observing these fuckers making a fool of themselves
Jake has successfully managed to remove his pants and shirt.
Lucky the bastard decided not to go commando tonight.
"HEYY BRO! can you go get me a drink of water I'm not feeling well"
Jake's face turns slightly pale as he sits down and clutches his stomach
Shit he better not vomit I swear
I get up and ignore the brunette who is talking to me and had been rubbing my thigh for the past ten minutes
"Yeah holdup bro Ill be right back, Daniel make sure he doesn't puke or I'll make you fuckers lick it up got it?"
Daniel salutes me and gets back to groping a blonde
On my way to the kitchen I hear something or rather someone's voice at the end of the hallway
"Saleeeeeeeeeem, where for art thou Salem?"
My body tenses up as I recognise that voice
The same voice that sends a warm liquid like feeling down my spine
The same voice that belongs to the reason as to why I'm throwing this fucking party
The same voice that belongs to a complication.
Before my mind can argue my feet are already following the voice to the end of the hall
She's in my room
Evie is in my room
my room
No one goes in my room unless I'm in there
I'm about to open the door and yell at her when I hesitate
Should I even go in?
Would that be a good idea?
What if she's naked?
Lucky I stopped drinking otherwise that last thought would've sent me into overdrive.
My hand slowly turns the knob as I realise that I can't just leave her alone in my room
Or rather leave her alone in general
It's a miracle that I heard her voice over the loud music and drunken slurs
I think that I could pick up on her voice no matter where we were
I walk into my room to find Evie on the ground with her legs spread out and the back of her head leaning against the foot of my bed
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We Will Be okay
Teen Fiction*Vincent I think I'm partly a sadist. Half of me doesn't give a shit about how she is feeling right now or what she said in this room The other half though. The half that I never knew existed, feels like wiping every single tear that this girl shed...
