unexpected - b.w.s

61. Miss me?

Somehow they brought me to another party, I didn't wanna go to.

"You need some more partying in your life," They said. I didn't think it was important, for me being young, didn't include stupid parties. That wasn't obligatory.

But somehow I was here anyways. Red plastic cups, are thrown on the ground, but people don't mind. The smell of alcohol burns inside my nose, and it somehow reminds me of Bradley.

The others were already out on the dance floor, with a drink in their hand. I didn't even realise that I had stopped walking. Katy was looking at me, signaling me to approach them. I did, and she gave me he other drink in her hand. "Here," she looked up at me, but I said I wasn't gonna drink tonight.

"Come on Maggie, you need to loosen up a bit." She tried, but everytime I got tipsy, something bad happened. This night wasn't gonna be like the others.

"A little bit can't hurt." She raised both of her eyebrows, making me think that she maybe was right. As long as I didn't get drunk, it couldn't hurt. So I did, feeling the burning liquid down my throat. It felt somehow familiar, and again, reminded me of Bradley.

I walked away from them, on my way to find the bathroom. It was hard to get through the crowd. I look up for a second, metting his deep brown eyes. He's just standing in the middle of everything, with his phone in his hand, staring at me.

I stopped walking, surprised to see him. He looked down on his phone again, texting someone. I thought he ignored me, I thought he was mad at something, but I didn't know what, until I got a text.

Miss me? - Brad

As I look at him, his eyes is fixed on me again, cocking an eyebrow. People are walking between us, since we're standing about 8 meters away from each other.

No - Me

His mouth were now making a little smirk, and I couldn't help but smile a little.

His head goes down again, typing the words in fast on his phone.

I bet you do, I could see that unbelieveably big ass smile on your face when you saw me. - Brad

He quickly glanced up from his phone, with a little smile playing on his lips.

Now I know it's true, with those red cheeks of yours. How cute. - Brad

I looked up again, to meet his surprisingly normal face. Still a little smirk, but he was trying to hide it.

Bradley Simpson, your ego is getting ahead of you - Me

Now he was full on smirking, while he texted me. I couldn't see his eyes, because of his hair hiding them. But his mouth was visible, his teeth tugging at his bottomlip.

If you're gonna act like my mom, I could just as well act like your daddy;) - Brad

He lifted up his chin a bit, raising both of the eyebrows. His eyes rested onto mine, as two girls walked between us, so we couldn't look at each other.

When they walk away again, he wasn't standing there. Instead he poked my shoulder.

"You're so -" I already starting to roll eyes at his text, but I turned around, realising it wasn't Bradley's deep dark brown eyes I looked into, it was hazel brown eyes.

He smiled, making me look at his lip piercing. He had dark brown hair as well as Bradley, but his was short and straight. "I'm so what?" He asked me.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." I said.

"You're Maggie right?" He asked slowly, looking me into my eyes. I nodded, wondering where he knew my name from. "How about I get you a drink, huh?"

I looked at his face in comeplete confusion. He licked his lips, trying to convince me. I had never seen him before, so it was weird he even knew my name. "I don't really-"

"Come on," He took his arm around my shoulder guiding me to a table with some bottles of shots, a bowl of something pink, probably also filled up with vodka, and some plastic cups.

I looked around the room tightly filled up with tipsy teenagers. I looked for Bradley, but I couldn't see him. He was nowhere to be seen, instead the guy turned around, facing me with two cups in his hands.

"What is your name?" I asked before he opened up his mouth. He looked wierdly at me, like he thought I knew. Like had some kind of expectation to I knew his name, like everybody did.

"Tyler," He said, and then winked. I nodded, taking the drink in my hand, slowly sipping at it.

I quickly glanced at him, and I noticed he was staring at a random girls butt. He noticed my gaze, and turned his focus on me instead, now with a simper.

What a fuckboy.