Lights, Cameras, Maze Runner! (completed)

five (part two)

"Dylan, have you seen Connor?" I shriek over the blasting music.

"No, can't say I have!" he slurs back at me. "Wait, who's Connor?"

I roll my eyes as I leave a drunken Dylan on the crowded dance floor. Connor, Thomas, Dylan, Ki, Will, Kaya and I arrived at this club around nine, and it's almost one in the morning now. It's been four of the longest hours of my life. I've never been one for drinking and partying, but I came to hang out and dance with my friends. I've been drinking club soda all night and dancing with Connor, but about an hour ago he had his seventh beer. I'm scared to see where he's at now.

After five more minutes of searching for Connor, I see him on the dance floor. He's attempting to dance, but his steps are all over the place. He's as drunk as Dylan, at least.

"Connor!" I yell at him, grabbing his shoulder. "Can we please leave?"

"What, you don't wanna party anymore?" He's slurring almost as bad as Dylan. He pulls me in front of him and begins to sway back and forth to the beat of the DJ's music, so my back is against his torso. I feel like a high school couple, grinding at a club.

I turn myself around. "No, I don't want to party anymore. I have to be at the set in exactly nine hours, and I'd like to get some sleep. Come on, I'll drive you back to the hotel." Just like I always drive you home when you get drunk at your weekly parties, I think. I can't say I'm not experienced with driving Connor home after a wild night of partying.

"No! I want to stay!" he snaps suddenly, taking me by surprise. "Go get one of your little celebrity friends to take you! I'll drive myself home when I want to go home!"

"Connor, you are in no condition to drive. You can barely stand up straight," I snarl, angry.

I feel a hand tap my shoulder, and I turn to see Will. "I'll get him a taxi home, Kels," he says. "I've only had one drink about two hours ago. I don't plan on drinking again, and I'll stay all night if Connor wants to. I don't get a ton of parties like this back home!"

"See?" Connor points his finger in the direction of Will, struggling to place it exactly due to the amount of alcohol in his system. "This British boy will drive me home. No worries, Kelsey!"

I turn back to Will. "Wait. Why won't you be driving?"

He grins. "I don't drive."

"You're twenty years old and don't drive? How is that even possible?"

"I walk everywhere I need to go in London. Also, I have parents, friends, and siblings that can drive, and I'm quite terrified of driving. But I will ride home with him in the taxi. Don't worry."

I feel like hugging Will and never letting go. "Thank you so much, Will!"

"Don't mention it. Now go home and rest, you need it!"

I say goodbye to him and exit the club.

"Shit!" I say loudly, earning a few weird looks from the people walking by. Connor and I rode to the club with Dylan in his car, and since both are still drunk on the dance floor, I don't have a ride back to the hotel. Wow, really great job with the planning, dumbass, I mentally scold myself.

Just as I pull out my phone to call a cab, a British voice says my name from behind me.

I turn around to see the person I least want to see right now. "What do you want, Thomas?"

He steps closer to me, looking like he hasn't touched a drop of alcohol all night. "I asked Will where you were, and he said you walked out because you wanted to go home."