I was currently standing in a random corner in the house, quietly sipping on my alcoholic beverage while watching everyone dance, make out, challenge their already drunken selves, and have fun. I promised myself and made the decision to have fun, but it seemed I couldn't. Partying I guess just doesn't feel the same since everything has for the most part changed. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm not allowing myself to have fun. But I mean I'm just being smart because I mean who wants to wake up with a hangover? Not this girl.
"Hey Violet!" Calum yelled over the music as he danced over to me with two drinks in hand. "Are you having fun?!" He laughed, leaning his arm on my shoulder. ((I just realized I wrote 'Hey Violet' what a time to be alive))
"Oh yeah hah... Yeah." I mumbled awkwardly and he shook his head.
"You just gotta get a feel of the party, Violet. Y'know, hang-loose! Dance with random people, twerk and grind, get totally obliterated. Hell! Even get laid!" Calum laughed, his eyes squinting as well and I kept a plastered smile to my face.
"I guess- ...So where's Luke?" I asked, hoping to get off the topic of partying before taking a small sip of my mystery alcoholic drink. It tasted of strong bitterness and lemons, the smell being similar.
He shrugged in response before stocking off with a girl with short brunette hair, leaving me alone again with my thoughts and a more than half filled solo cup.
Suddenly right once I was about to go find the restroom to use as a safe zone fort from these hyped up people, I saw Luke.
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Dressed in a plain black shirt, a distressed black jean jacket, black combats and his usual black ripped jeans, he looked effortlessly hot. Unfortunately his personality wasn't a bonus. ((Pic above is what he is wearing))
He walked further in the house with all eyes glued to him, but he didn't seem to notice as he grabbed a filled cup and began drinking it, the alcohol seeming to not effect him at all. Girls had almost flooded over to him in a flock-like way, dancing around him which I admit had me annoyed a bit, but then again it shouldn't matter to me because I. Don't. Care. He's just some narcissistic, self centered, annoying, fûckboy- or so I've heard..
For a second Luke and I had made brief eye contact, but I managed to break it first as I quickly downed the rest of my drink. I then looked back up, only to watch him walk away with a girl who looked as if she just got out of a campaign for vogue. Fun.
Suddenly something must've triggered my thoughts and reactions as soon I remembered my little pact with myself. I shouldn't fail to go through with it. Especially not now, I mean I deserve to have fun. I've moved to this new town reluctantly against my will, I was forced to make new friends and forget the old, I have to live with some idiot aśšhole that I don't even know- the list could go on, but the point is, I'm gonna have fun even if it's just for one night.
