Chapter One.

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Georgia's pov

Half two in the morning and the club was in full swing.

Bostorious chatter and upbeat music consumed the room, adding to the lively, carefree atmosphere, and potentially bursting my eardrums.

I'd lost track of time by now, along with my dignity and best friend, who'd left me here alone and very much drunk. How long I'd been sat here for I had no clue, but made a mental note to give Leah the cold shoulder for this the next time I saw her -whenever that would be.

Gazing lazily ahead, everything's blurry for a second before returning to normal, and I glance down at the glass clutched tightly in my hand, close to empty. With a sigh, I take one last sip, finishing it, and feeling the dull burning pain as the liquid snakes down my throat. Somehow, I'd gotten familiar with that feeling.

The dance floor's packed with people, laughing and dancing to the DJ's throbbing music without a care in the world, not a single one sober. I wanted to be up there too, wanted to forget everything and not have a care either yet here I was, sulking alone at some table in the corner, drunk off my head and thinking about how much I was going to regret this in the morning. Typical me.

With a huff, I go to take another gulp of the liquid I'd been downing for the past few hours. I didn't even know what it was -something strong, that was for sure. I feel a pang of annoyance after finding the glass empty and slam it down onto the table.

Sighing, I glance about, my eyes after a few moments landing on what they'd been looking for. Adam, Leah's brother. I can't ignore the sharp pang of pain that hits me as I watch him dance with another girl, laughing as he sprawls an arm over the brunette's shoulder, and pulling her close. There goes my lift home.

I couldn't deny that it wasn't just the ride I was upset over, I'd liked Adam for what felt like forever now, who, of course, didn't even notice me, never mind actually like me back. I was his twin sisters best friend and that was it. Sometimes, I really hated my feelings.

Maybe it was time I left anyway. Leah had disappeared off with some boy at the start of the night and clearly wasn't coming back for me anytime soon. She and Adam were my how I was planning on getting home, but it looked like I'd be taking the bus after all. If I didn't get back soon, my own brother, who suffered from serious over-protective problems, would no doubt phone the police or something, and I was way too drunk at this point to even think about sending him a text, never mind actually typing one.

Plus, I didn't think I could take one more second of watching Adam with another girl, especially in my drunken state and with her being so darn pretty.

I knew I was attractive enough, with sleek blonde hair that fell to my waist and eyes a bright shade of blue. I enjoyed running and was on the track team at school, hence my slim figure.

However, insecurity had always been a close friend of mine, especially when Adam's type was usually girls with dark hair and dark eyes, the polar opposite of me.

I knew it was pathetic, so caught up in a boy that basically thought of you as a sister, and I was normally good at hiding my feelings and shrugging the pain off. But with having consumed so much alcohol and my emotions a scattered mess, I suddenly felt tears in my eyes, real hot tears that were threatening to spill at any second.

Growing to my feet everything spins for a moment, and I have to clutch onto the table to save myself from toppling over. I grab my jacket and slip it over my shoulders, not that the tiny thing would be much use against the cold.

The first few steps are the hardest, each one a fight not to fall flat on my face. It gets easier though as I slowly grow used to it, and am eventually able to walk without much wobbling at all.

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