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10. calum & courtney

calum & courtney // "Why thank you for saving me and Jose here, very kind of you."

AUTHORS NOTE:

hi okay so I think I going to start writing in the first person from now on because I tried it with this chapter and loved it. It will give you guys more of a feel of the girls' personalities and the guys' emotions I feel like so enjoy

and yes--this is calum and courtney--you read that right.

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Roaring drunk.

That was all I wanted to get that night.

I don't know if it was Cat's stuck up attitude toward me and this whole night in general (honestly she just had her panties in a wad over Michael or whatever his name was) or the idea that the guy I was dramatically in love with from afar was draping his arms over the one bitch in the school I hated most, but something made me want to get extra intoxicated the night of that infamous dorm party. Ya know the type of intoxicated where you don't even remember your name and start randomly crying over everything you see? Yeah, that drunk.

So when Ashton opened the door to Room 118 to reveal his perfectly toned arms in a black tank top and a stupid grey bandana tied around his forehead, my desire to get hammered increased even further.

And it sky rocketed once Cat started speaking to him and Andrea like they were just the best of friends.

Cat always did this thing where she was nice to people I hated. It was disgusting. I really never condoned it in any way. She just felt like she always had to be nice to people, some ridiculous complex about wanting to be liked by everyone, even vile specimens of the human species like Andrea Brinks.

Andrea Brinks was just one of those girls that was unbelievably tan big-boobed gorgeous on the outside, but pimply frizzy hair type hideous on the inside. She was kind to bring out your weaknesses just to amplify her own strengths and that was exactly her intention that night. Why else would she have brought up the one thing no one around here ever spoke of?

She would be the person to have the remote audacity to bring up my dreadful nickname, which I earned in the most ungodly fashion, in front of Ashton. She was just one of those girls.

She was a god awful, uncensored bitch and when Catherine pulled me away from her once I started telling her off, I was furious. She deserved all my wrath and none of Ashton.

I was sick and tired of Cat trying to reprimand me like a little child so I shoved her away and looked for the nearest mixing station, desperate for something with Jose Cuervo in it. I pushed through the throngs of people (all of which I mostly hated) and finally found the wooden coffee table in the center of the room crowded with half consumed bottles of various hard liquors.

"Jackpot." I sang to myself as I picked up a bottle of Jose Cuervo off the table along with a red cup.

I poured a small amount into my cup and shoved it down my throat-straight. This was just the start. IF I wanted to get as drunk as I intended, I was going to have to speed this up. I drank a couple more shots of straight tequila then settled for mixing some in with Coke.

I was already extremely tipsy at this point and struggled with holding the heavy glass bottle up on my own. Just as I was about to nearly drop it, a pair of hands caught the bottle's end, saving me from a sticky disaster.

"Whoa. . .careful there." I looked to my right and squinted at the guy that had just saved my precious liquid from falling.

It was a boy. He was extremely tall, very tan, with tufts of black hair, amazingly toned arms, and a hint of exotic traces in his features.