✔️ Love, Boys And A Whole Lot Of Trouble (Complete)

Chapter 15: A party and some punch!

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I'm hurt. I genuinely didn't know Violet would ever say a thing like that to me. Ugh, she's been drinking. It's nothing, I'm sure. Yeah, then it sunk in.

WHAT?! ARE THEY DATING?!? SINCE FREAKING WHEN? I didn't even know that Violet liked him, and we've been friends for years. This is new. A spark of jealousy crosses my body, at the thought of it. I know it sounds stupid, but he's hot as heck. This is a massive change for someone like me with like no life. It's not that I care, I wouldn't waste my time on him, and plus... what has he ever done to me to make me feel like I have a chance?

... and more importantly, what did violet mean by that? She said that "Alec would never date someone like me?"

WHY? I'm not ugly, well I don't think I am. I may not be the prettiest, or the skinniest but very rarely are people straight 10's. Yes, my skin isn't that clear and I do need concealer to cover my breakouts sometimes... but everyone has things they don't like about themselves. I don't think that just because I'm not the most hot in our year she can disregard me like that. Me and Alec do have fun just bantering sometimes. Maybe it's because I'm a prude. I don't know?

I just don't get people right now. Alec and Violet are being jerks, whilst Zach on the other hand bought me a dress (I think), its the only logical reason why I would even own this dress. Zach. Zach kissed me (which felt so good, but for the wrong reasons). Then, he apologised for it. Zach is so sweet but Alec is just... unbelievably hot. I'm a girl, okay? It ain't my fault who I find hot.

Leaving all this chaos, I enter even more by trying to find Lils. I slowly walk towards the table full of drinks in hope of finding her, but I don't see her anywhere, where is this girl? I spend the next 5 minutes pushing through sweaty (and horny) bodies grinding on each other. She's nowhere to be seen. I would keep going, but a couple of guys have grabbed my ass or tried to makeout with me. I can't deal with parties like this. I usually just don't come to them. I continue looking around the emptier areas of the party to try find her but it's hopeless. The house is too packed full of teens dancing to loud music.

For now, I'll just leave it, I'll go find her later. For now it's time to have some fun, I mean I need to rewind. I fill my cup with some fruit punch (the non-alcoholic option of course. Someone has to drive us home tonight, and it ain't gonna be Lillie). I chug it and ugh, it has a weird taste. My throat is burning like fire. Someone needs to be taught how to make a good punch because that is so far from one. My blood warms up, and suddenly I feel a bit more alive. Maybe this "dance" won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

3 glasses of punch and one tequila shot later (I gave in, I'm sorry), I have completely lost control. WOW, I'm such a lightweight. I then realise that I probably look like a maniac dancing alone with an empty red solo cup in my hand. I then see Lils with her tongue down some dudes throat. OH YASS HONEY. Get 'em. Every second I creepily watch them (hehe), the guy she is making out with looks more and more like my brother. WHAT?! This night can't get weirder. This is good for her at least.

I yell her name, but she doesn't hear me. Ugh, she's too busy kissing her best friend's brother. As I approach, I am interrupted by a strong pair of hands taking my solo cup away from me. Then proceeding to carry me outside. Kind of hot.

"Ok, princess. That's enough drinks for you," the man says.

"Heyy, who does youu thinksss you are? I only had one tequila shot and some punch. LOTTSS of punch!" I giggle to him. By now, I can't walk straight anymore. I think I'm drunk.

"Let me break something to you. The punch was spiked you dumb bitch." He says exasperatedly.

"HEY, that was rude! I am not a dumb bitch. That punch was not spiked. It was just weird tasting." I reply.

"Sweety, the 'weird' taste came from someone choose to spike it with something other than vodka. Look, if you are sober, I'll leave you alone." The reply comes with a lot of sass.

"LEEAAFF me alone. I'm sober as a wine bottle." I said. I can be smart, you know.

"Well, if you can walk straight, you're sober. Does that suit you, Beyonce?" The voice said.

OOHH, I know who it is now. I could swear this is the one and only Alec Chandler. I look at his arms for a while, yep. It's probably him. I try and walk forward, but the world is spinning a bit and I can't really open my eyes. I think he then gives up carries me outside to his car.

"I'm taking you home. It's not safe here for you anymore." he says.

"Stopsss acting likeee my dad, I can takess care of myself." I scoff. He chuckles to himself and replies.

"I'm sure you can, babygirl, but not when you are blackout level drunk." He teases.

Before I blacked out, I remembered warm arms and a V8 car engine running.

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