xviii. how it ends

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elle leaned against the wall as she watched the teenagers laugh and get even drunker than they already were.

"elle, babe, there you are!" elle heard montgomery as he stumbled his way over to her. his breath reeked of alcohol.
"god, monty, how many drinks have you had?!" elle snapped at her boyfriend.

monty began to count of his fingers, but then lost count.
"i don't know. i think i started mixing drinks. elle, i don't feel good." he slurred. she sighed, and wrapped her arm around the swaying boy.

she walked upstairs with him and they ended up in a room, where montgomery crashed on the bed. elle sat next to him on the bed, watching as he stared up at the ceiling. she took off her jacket due to the heat that was radiating throughout the house.

she didn't like seeing this side of monty. the drunk, unfiltered montgomery. he sat up in the bed and stared at her.

"what?" elizabeth asked as monty continued to stare at her. then, he began to smile.
"you wanna have sex?" he asked, causing elizabeth to scoff.

"montgomery, i'm not losing my virginity to you while you're drunk." she said. monty frowned, moving closer to her.
"come on, elle, please." he pleaded.

"no." she shook her head, but that didn't stop montgomery from putting his alcohol soaked lips against her neck. she sighed before slightly pushing him off.

"montgomery, come on, i said no." she objected. the drunkened teenager didn't listen as he tried to pull her shirt off.

elle pushed monty with more force, and he was shoved off of her.
"i said no! god, montgomery." she yelled, getting off of the bed. monty sighed, leaning back onto his elbows.

"what a fucking prude. we've been dating for months and you won't let me have sex with you." montgomery scoffed, his thoughts were under the influence of tequila.

elle's eyes widened at his harsh words.
"so because i won't let you fuck me while you're wasted, i'm a prude?" elizabeth scoffed.

"bryce was right. i should've went with sheri, at least i could have had fun with her." monty said and fell back onto his back. elle felt tears in her eyes at her boyfriend's words.

"fuck you, montgomery." she whispered as her heart broke into a million pieces.

they say that drunken words are sober thoughts. maybe that was montgomery's case. as tears spilled from elle's green eyes, she collected her jacket and left out of the room.

the heartbroken teenager rushed down the stairs and she searched everywhere for jeff atkins. she saw him walking towards his car.

"jeff!" she called out, walking towards his car. jeff turned around, seeing his best friend crying.
"elizabeth? what's wrong?" he asked.

elle shook her head. she didn't want to tell him what had happened.
"can you take me home?" she asked.

"yeah, sure." he agreed and elle got into the car.

she didn't know that the night of jessica's party would be the last night she saw montgomery de la cruz.

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i don't know why i'm crying in the club rn

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