Queen Clumsy

Chapter 5 ~ Why are you Back?!

starting this chapter off with alec's POV ;)

*semi-edited*

[ A L E C ]
Queen Clumsy: Chapter 5 ~ Why are you Back?!

The moment Tyler hung up the call, I told Sasha to leave. I then got into my car and, I started driving to Tyler's house. The streets were crowded, and there were many cars on the road. At each stop light, I would put my arm on the steering wheel and think.

Why am I going to this party?

Well that might be simple; because Bitsy was there.

But why did I leave Sasha, the most popular girl with the body of an angel, for Bitsy, the weird, abstract, short girl that's allergic to oranges?

The question to that is...

...I don't know.

Do I regret it?

Hell no.

Sasha thinks with her lady parts, and Bitsy thinks with her messed up mind. Either way, I would rather hang out with someone who makes me smile and laugh and do weird things over someone who only wants me for their own good. Of course I'm not saying I like Bitsy, or I don't like Sasha, hell, I might even hate Bitsy, and Sasha entertains me pretty well.

In a little less than 15 minutes, I arrived at Tyler's house. The front yard was littered with passed out teenagers and those cliche cups you hear about in all the weird stories you read and all the weird movies you watch. The music was vibrating through the house and I could hear it clearly from where I was standing outside.

I headed into the house.

Inside was much worse. There were sweaty bodies crowded in every nook and cranny, girls were grinding against the boys' you know what, and people were making out with their loved one or someone random. 

In every step you took, you had to be careful not to step on one of those damn red cups.

What the hell happened?

I begin to make my way to the kitchen, slightly pissed off to drive 15-ish minutes just to arrive at an overcrowded, stereotypical party where you can't even find Waldo, even if he was right in the open.

How the hell am I supposed to find Adrienne and Tyler in this fucking mess?!

I needed a drink, bad.

As I enter the kitchen, I froze. 

No, I didn't freeze because of how it stank of alcohol or how there were twice as many cups in here than outside or how there was only one person in here.

I froze because Adrienne was there.

At least I think that that is Adrienne.

Her usually messy brunette hair was curled, and she had light make-up on. Even though she was sitting on the kitchen island sipping a coke, you could see how that navy blue dress fit her perfectly. You could see her bare, tanned back and her long, tan legs.