Dear Me {ON HOLD}

Chapter VI

Chapter Six

Robyn's POV

I don't like parties. I never have. As soon as you walk in, the smell of alcohol hits you like a truck. The music was booming, enough to deafen you and the amount of people there was unreal. I'm never comfortable in social situations, whenever I'm around a large group of people my anxiety kicks in.

It was practically impossible to get to the bar, I don't drink but Harper said that I have to 'enjoy myself'. She's buying the drinks so I'm not going to refuse. I was about five drinks in before I was totally whacked, I guess I'm a light drinker. As for Harper? She was up mingling with everyone, flirting with some guy that had bought her a few drinks. She gave me her card and said that I could get what I want. I love this girl already.

My drinking marathon was ruined by someone tapping on my shoulder. I shrugged it off and told them to 'fuck off and drive off a cliff to live with King Triton'. I heard a chuckle followed by, "Aha, okay Robyn. Whatever." I turned my head to see Damien and Callum.

I didn't expect those two to be the partying type to be honest - especially not Callum. They both sat down, Damien sitting next to me and Callum next to him. We laughed, joked and talked for the rest of the night.

At around 2 am, everyone who was still at the party decided that it would be a good idea to play spin the bottle. I saw where this would go, but I played anyway.

After a while it landed on me. By this time I couldn't be bothered playing but I did anyway. I wasn't paying a lot of attention when it landed so I didn't really see who it was until I felt someone on my lips.

Even then I still couldn't see who it was until I pulled away. It was Damien. Predictable, right?

I didn't know wether it was the alcohol or the kiss but I felt nauseous so I took up and fled back to my dorm, ran into the bathroom and threw my guts up. Never again.

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I was dead the next day. Literally, dead. My head hurt, my eyes hurt and my whole body hurt. I am never doing that ever again. EVER.

Although I had a banging headache and felt like crap, I still had to do my work at uni. Harper came in, hyper as gummybears, and woke me up. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep myself awake for more than 2 minutes. Then suddenly, memories of last night came flooding back into my head. I. Kissed. Damien. Or, well, he kissed me.

I know I shouldn't take it seriously, we were two drunk people playing a game. BUT STILL. I started freaking out until Harper came running in with a wooden cross, reciting something from the bible and throwing water on me "MAY THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU!" I stumbled out of the bed, failing at keeping my balance and plummeting to the floor.

"Harper. I'm not possessed." She responded with a blank stare.

"Oh." I smiled at her and got up, flopping onto my bed. "Well I'm skipping everything today if you wanna join. Plus, I've got a date with a guy I met at the party last night. I think his name is William. I'm not too sure. Either way, he's buying me food and I'd never turn off something like that." She leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a black jumper and black leggings, her hair ties back into a ponytail. She really is a pretty girl, the type of girl that men would take for granted.

"I don't think I'm up to doing anything today. So I'm just gonna stay here for the day."

"Okay!" She turned on her heels and waltzed out of my room. Guess I'm gonna be sleeping, eating and binge watching Shane Dawson today.