{twenty-one}
“I’m leaving,” I yelled over the music. Jesse stood in the kitchen behind the counter making frozen margaritas in a random blender. He was dressed as a police officer with tight shorts and an even tighter shirt.
He looked ridiculous, yet girls seemed to dig it as a group of girls in slutty costumes kept eye raping him from the other side of the kitchen.
“Why?” he asked. “The party is just starting!”
“I’m not feeling too well,” I lied. “I think I should go home and sleep it off.”
Jesse nodded and took a gulp of the frozen drink right out of the glass blender. “I’ll let Liv know.”
“Where is she anyways?” I asked curious as to why I hadn’t been able to find her in the span of two hours I had been looking for her.
He shrugged, “Last time I saw her she was making out with some bloke. Chances are she’s hooking up with him in one of the rooms upstairs.”
I nodded and looked around in a final attempt at finding Declan, “Have you seen Declan?” I asked him.
“Nope, haven’t seen him all night.”
I sighed and nodded before I ran a hand through my blue hair. “Well could tell Livvy that I left whenever you see her?”
Jesse nodded as he took another mouthful of his frozen drink.
“And if you see Declan, tell him the same, alright?”
“Sure thing,” he replied over the music.
I gave him a thankful smile and hoped he wouldn’t get so plastered he’d forget about the message he was suppose to pass onto my room-mate.
Without another word, I turned on my heels and pushed through the crowd outside of the kitchen, finally able to leave.
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Forgetting Roman
General FictionBecause forgetting Roman was more than just moving on. It was growing, accepting, and knowing I deserved better.
