o.g | d.o.b

01

The air was foggy and it didn't help much that my vision was blurred and disoriented. The pungent smell of alcohol made me crinkle my nose every time I inhaled sharply, trying to make my way through a sea of bodies. The music made my heart jump a long to the beat and every step I took, I was certain I would pass out at any second.  My stomach churned and I kept choking back the contents that it held. I was completely convinced that if I didn't find an exit soon, I would vomit all over the floor, most likely leading to the events of another drunk slipping in it.

I looked up, a big red blur sitting above my head. It didn't take a genius to figure out that that was my ticket to fresh air. I slammed my body against the door, pushing as hard as I could, shoving my fatigue to the side for only a moment. I almost tripped over my own feet as the door swung open. I leaned up against the closest wall my hands could feel for. I bent over, placing my hands on my knees, and heaved the contents that were in my stomach onto the ground.

I didn't care if anyone was here to see me puke up whatever I had eaten early today. All I knew was I couldn't keep holding it back. I picked my head up, wiping the corners of my mouth. I took a glance around, trying to make out any figures walking around, but now that I thought about it, I didn't hear any voices. I guess I was so far into the club that the only exit that I could find near me was the back door. I felt like crying. I had no idea where any of my friends went that I showed up with, and every few minutes I kept forgetting where I actually was.

My eyes started to sting as tears began to form in the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision from the outside in, making it even harder to see than it was before. It wasn't long before I heard the door swing open again, a much taller figure walking out. I rubbed my eyes, leaving behind black streaks from the makeup I completely forgot about until I pulled my hand away and found black smeared across the top of it. I wiped my nose on my hand and sniffled a little, the figure in front of me jumping a little before swirling around and staring down at me.

I looked up at him, not able to make out what he was wearing or really looked like for that matter. I could tell by what I could see of his facial expression that he was really able to make out what I looked like. Eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, eyes wide, and lips parted. At least I think his lips were parted. I couldn't tell.

"You look like shit." I sniffled again, leaning up against the wall of the outside of the club behind me. I tilted my head to the side.

"You really know how to wow a girl." I slurred almost every word as my mouth tried to keep up with the words my brain was processing.

"You're drunk." The words came out of his mouth almost as if he was worried. I scoffed and stood up, wobbling over to him. He held his hands out as if he was ready to catch me in case I fell.

"No, I'm fantastic." I patted him on the chest and as I got closer I still wasn't really able to see what he looked like. It didn't help that it was pitch dark except for the streetlamp up ahead.

"Yeah, fantastically drunk." He mocked me. I took a step backward, trying to create more space between the two of us. My foot skidded across the concrete, the back of my shoe getting caught in a groove in the ground. I felt my entire lower body start to plummet towards the ground, the pavement and my ass making contact before I could stop myself. The boy in front of me had his hands on my elbows. He was biting his lip from what I could tell. Probably trying to hold in the laughter he kept bottled up.

"Stop. I'm fine!" I yelled at him but he wouldn't let go of me. He pulled me to my feet as I tried to regain my balance. I pushed his arms away, but his grip only tightened. Worry started to sink into my fragile body as I tried to pull away.

"Stop struggling! I'm going to find you a ride home, okay?" I finally managed to push him off of me. I huffed loudly in annoyance.

"I don't want you to find me a ride home." I whined like a little kid.

"You might not want me too, but you need me too." He reached to grab my arm, but I pulled back in time, managing to stay on my feet in the process. "C'mon, I'll give you a ride home."

"No! I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." I crossed my arms over my chest, or at least attempted to. It took me a few tries before I could get it the correct way.

"We've been talking for the last ten minutes," he pulled his hands out of his pockets and thrashed them around, "and now you decide to bring this up?" I stayed put, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Okay, fine. Hi, I'm Dylan. There. See, no longer strangers."

"You don't know my name." I slurred, leaning forward a little.

"Well what's your name?" I hesitated a little before answering his question.

"Katherine." I stated flatly.

"Well, Katie-" I cut him off abruptly.

"No. It's Katherine. Not Katie." He took a step closer, but this time I didn't move.

"Right. Well, Katie, I'm bringing you home. Let's go." It was hard for me to catch up with what he was saying.

"How do I know you're not going to kill me." He laughed softly, dropping his head to look at the ground.

"You know, you're too drunk to have this conversation about who I am. You won't remember it anyways, but I can assure you, I'm not a murderer." He reached out, my reflexes reacting before my brain could process it. I grabbed a hold of his hand and he started to lead me back into the club.

As soon as we entered the club, he let go of my hand and instead grabbed my arm, pulling me ahead of him. He directed me through crowds of dancing people, before coming to a stop in front of a table.

"Guys!" Everyone at the table turned their attention towards the two of us.

"Dyl! What's up?!" One of his friends yelled over the music, adding to the blasting noise that was starting to give me a headache.

"I'm going to take her home, but I'll be right back!" The two girls at the table turned their heads making eye contact with me. They both smiled at me before turning their attention back to Dylan.

"Who is she?" Some girl with red hair yelled as she held her drink in her hand.

"A girl who's too drunk to drive! I'll see you in a bit!" The only guy at the table smiled at him and started to open his mouth.

"Wow! Look at you Dyl! Being a saint and taking home a girl who's too drunk to drive," We started to walk away but that only caused his friend to yell even louder, "even though he should be celebrating!" Dylan waved him off and continued to push me towards the front of the club.

"Who was that?" I yelled.

"My friend Tyler." He leaned in closer to my ear so he wouldn't have to yell.

We finally made it to the front exit, pushing past a line of people still waiting to get in. It didn't even hit me until we got to the parking lot across the street. "Wait! My friends," I swallowed loudly, "They won't know where I went." I hugged my jacket that I had been wearing tightly around my chest, sucking in the cold air.

"Call them." He didn't let me respond before he started to lead me deeper into the parking lot and farther away from the club.

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A/N

Hope you guys enjoyed chapter 1!!

-Lexi <3