Different but Destined

Chapter 5.

As the party goes on, I drink more and more, distracting me from everything that's happened today.

It has dragged so much it's unbelievable. I wanted to make new friends at this party that's why I came but it's has turned to shit. Absolute shit. Like the day. And hopefully not my time in America otherwise I'll be on the next flight home.

I stand up, not even fully drunk just tipsy. I fall over someone's feet and giggle, "sorry."

"Mettisse, you okay?" A blonde haired boy looks down at me. I think he's called Niall?

"Me? I'm fineeee." I laugh again. Maybe I'm a bit more than 'tipsy'. I did drink a lot.

He laughs, "Are you drunk?" He says while looking at the vodka bottle where I was just sat, I snatch it quickly, "mine." I say seriously and we both burst out in laughter. He's funny.

"I'm not drunk, are you blondey?" I wiggle my eyebrows and he laughs harder.

"Blondey?" He questions still laughing. Well your blonde aren't you? I say to myself but i mean to say it to him, oops maybe I am drunk.

"You're smashed." He clarifies my thoughts.

"Right, I'm jus going to go outside." I say to him while carrying the vodka like a baby in my arms.

"She's too funny when she's pissed." I hear Niall say while walking away. I am aren't I.

I walk outside the front of the house and lean against the cool, nice wall. It feels so nice.

A boy walks past me that looks very familiar and before I know what I'm doing the vodkas speaking for me.

"Oi curly boy." I shout at him and he turns around quickly, his eyes wide as they look at me and the bottle in my hands. What's with everyone looking at my damn bottle.

He looks around then walks towards me, irritation growing behind his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asks me, glaring.

"Your rude." I state and he tilts his head in confusion.

"Why do you care?" He asks, "Not like I know you." He rudely states.

"I don't know why anyone would want to be around you never mind your friend," I roll my eyes, "At least I tried though." I smile a sarcastic smile and look down to my feet.

"You were trying to kiss me an hour ago and now you want to be my friend?" He shakes his head while laughing, clearly trying to embarrass me. I don't know why I'm getting so wound up.

"I tried to kiss you? Are you...you tried..how.." My thoughts come in jumbles and I don't even know what I'm saying I stand up and take another swig of my vodka as he stands there, annoying me with his presence.

"Right go now? Why you still here?" I remark, waving my hand in the direction he should walk in.

"You called me over in the first place, remember?" What the hell is wrong with him, this kid has problems.

"Yeah and now I'm telling you to go, so move."

"You've got some attitude." He shakes his head and pushes his hair back with his other hand. I notice rings cover his fingers and I can see tattoos scattered across his hands.

"Like you can talk," I laugh and sit back down.

He turns away from me and looks to toward too men staring at us. I hadn't noticed before. The boy seems to be eyeing them and turns back to me quickly.

"I'll wait here with you, I'm waiting for a lift." He mumbles and sits down next to me. What? When he sits down I can see the men walking off.

I guess it's better to be sitting here with someone than by myself. God knows what could happen.