Until I Met The World

Chapter 5

I'm running down the stairs dodging everybody as best as possible. Why did I just leave? I mean obviously I did the right thing on leaving but I could've closed the door and knocked so theyll stop or something and she'll come out so we can leave.

I have no legitimate reason to be mad at Ariana, she is as lightweight as a feather but I do wish I could've warned her about him. Whatever his name is.

God, where is Sebastian? Where did I even tell him to go look for her at? I can't remember. My mind is racing so fast, I'm not even sure where I'm at in the house at this point. All I can see is that jerk dripping sweat hovering over Ariana's body. Lord forgive me but his tattooed chest was-no.

What if he manipulated her? She's probably drunker than a sailor right now, maybe she didn't even notice I walked in on them.

If I could just find Sebastian, he could figure this all out and fix it so we can go home. Normally, I'd be able to take control of my own problems in life but I lean on Sebastian more than I should recently. I'm getting weak and I don't like it.

"Tell me Emilee, can I get whatever you rarely give out?" My conscious taunts me by repeating what that bitch said to me just hours ago. I want to be home.

Finally, after what felt like 10 minutes of looking for him I spot him talking to someone but I can't make out who it is because someone is blocking him.

Or her?!

Wait?!!

Why is Sebastian talking to some random girl when I need him? I told him specifically to look in or around the kitchen for her and well he's in the living room which IS located right beside the kitchen in his defense.. but still he should have told me he didn't even want to help me if he didn't want too.

I sound pathetic but I'm way too invested in my emotions right now and I need to stay away from alcohol. It shouldn't matter what Sebastian does, I made it clear we are just friends.

Just as I go to turn on my heel and walk away, I see him smile and turn to go walk towards the kitchen. Wait. Shit. I'm in the kitchen. Way too fast, I fling myself around and grab the nearest red cup on the table and head out of this place.

I can just wait outside until they decide it's an appropriate time to leave because I don't matter to them and I'm ACTING CRAZY I AM ACTING CRAZY.

Tipping my drink back and lifting it to my mouth, I gulp about ten times before I even realize this is probably straight vodka from the strong taste and smell of it.

It's just a drink. I'm not drinking anymore than this. I won't let myself.

I just. Want. To go. Home.

Ten minutes of sitting on the curb out front, I hear the door to the house open but I don't bother to turn around. I don't care whoever it is unless they come with keys to a car and take me home and don't hurt my feelings in any way.

"Heeeey there's my friend!! Looky Harry, that's her. She's right there! Heeeyyyy!! Emster looky it's me your friennndddd!!" I get up, turn around, and walk over Ariana and the tattooed jerk who's name is apparently Harry.

I'm over this night and I don't care how many more awkward expirences have to happen for me to get home, I will do it.

I make eye contact with the boy who although before had an extremely hard exterior, is now helping Ariana out with standing and NOT giving me any condescending looks.

"I need you to watch her and keep her out here ok? I believe it's the least you can do" I say with crossed arms and the most intimidating look I could come up with. he doesn't look offended at all just more understanding. Weird.