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thirteen - you're drunk

"fuck yes, justin" nikki's moans, burn my ears as i'm face to face with justin having intercourse with my best friend. the blankets were covering their parts but i immediately break down into a sob when i see him thrusting into her.

they don't notice me during their unfaithful actions so i storm out of the room, the music seemed to be turned up louder and my vision was getting blurrier and blurrier every step i took. i dropped my drink and the pink alcohol stains abigail's carpet.

i don't have time to clean it up, the tears were streaming down my face as i push through people, my only wish was to get out of here as fast as possible.

as i keep running, i bump into someone's chest and it's him, it's ethan.

"allie?" ethan doesn't notice i'm crying until i back away, ignoring his words that weren't being slurred unlike mine.

"why are you crying?" his hands grip my waist as i try and walk away, my sobs were making me hyperventilate so i couldn't answer his question.

his arms wrap around me and my head is against his chest, i feel his hand begin to pet my hair and he's whispering in my ear, "it's okay, breathe allie. it's okay."

i'm soaking his shirt with my tears but i don't care, i hug him tightly back and his warmth is calming me down.

he pulls away from me just enough to see my face, "have you been drinking?"

i nod, still feeling completely drunk, "can you take me home?"

ethan's hand reaches for mine and he intertwines our fingers as we push through groups of people, i'm stumbling as i walk and i feel myself getting nauseous.

when we step outside and into the fresh air, i feel my legs collapse and i fall to the ground.

"holy fuck, allie. how much did you have to drink?" ethan groans, i'm lost for words when i feel him try and pick me up.

he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder which makes me vomit.

"allie!" he freaks, putting me down onto my feet, "did you throw up on me?"

i shake my head, wanting to run away from this whole situation, as soon as i move a foot, ethan grabs a hold of my waist and i'm pressed against his chest once again.

"you smell good." i mumble, his cologne sprayed on his shirt is what i was breathing in.

"you don't." he says back, helping me into his car, i kick him in the stomach and he grunts.

"allie! what the fuck!"

"you said i smelt bad."

"your breath smells like vomit."

"fuck you!"

"put your seatbelt on." he orders me, i roll my eyes like a child but strap myself in.

"i can't take you home like this!" ethan panics, "where's your phone?"

i pull out my phone from my pocket and tears prickle my eyes as justin's smile lights up as my lock screen.

"fucking asshole!" i curse loudly, pulling at my hair as i let tears fall down my cheeks.

"allie please stop crying." ethan pleads, "let me see your phone."

"text my mom and say i'm sleeping at fucking nikki's house," i mumble.

he's waiting at a red light as he types. he tosses my phone back to me and i grow angry with justin.

"ethan, you're soooo hot." i slur, dragging out 'so' as i go way out of comfort zone by letting my hand grab his bulge through his pants.

"allie, stop it, you're drunk." ethan says strictly.

"i'm not even that drunk." i tell him which was a complete lie. "i want to lose my virginity tonight."

"allie, stop it." he groans, "i'm not going to have sex with you like this."

"what if i'm a good girl?" i ask, beginning to rub his bulge which was starting to grow hard.

"good girls are sober" he hisses. "fuck, stop doing that!"

he throws my hand off of his pants and we're pulling into a driveway.

he helps me out of the car and carries me into his house, he tells me to go up to his room and i do so. stumbling as i go since my eyes were fluttering shut.

once i sit on his bed, ethan enters the room with two advil pills and a water bottle, i groan as i pop the pills into my mouth and chug down the cold water. he comes back in the room with a makeup wipe.

"you wear makeup?" i gasp, wondering where he got it from.

"no, my sister does." he tells me, rummaging through his drawers as he tosses me a tee shirt of his.

"go change and do your business in the bathroom, first door on your left." he instructs me.

after i had slipped on his baggy tee shirt and removed all my makeup. i take a gulp of his listerine and spit it into the toilet before i fold my own clothes neatly and enter his room.

"where do i put these?" i ask, holding up my outfit from tonight.

"toss it in my laundry bin for now." he tells, leaning against his dresser in a pair of joggers and a muscle shirt.

i feel myself begin to sober up and a pounding headache is starting to kick in.

"do you need anything else?" he asks me.

i shake my head and he walks towards his door, "i'll be on the couch if you need me."

"no, please stay." i stop him, "sleep in the same bed with me."

"allie, i can't." he frowns.

"please?" i beg.

he sighs, shutting the door behind him. i feel a wave of happiness and security wash over me as i watch him rip off his shirt.

"go, get in the bed." he orders me.

once i'm settled comfortably, with the blanket wrapped around me, ethan joins beside me and i immediately use him as a gigantic body pillow, swinging my leg over top of him and cuddling my head into the crook of his neck.

"allie, what are you doing?" he asks, uncomfortably.

"have you never cuddled before?" i ask.

"honestly, no i haven't." he admits.

"hold me." i tell him.

he adjusts his arm around me and his thumb is leaving circles on my bare arm under the blankets. "why were you crying, allie?"

"i walked into a room and saw my bestfriend and boyfriend having sex." i sigh. shaking my head at the thought.

"are you fucking serious, justin cheated on you?" ethan's voice went from calm and soothing to anger and confusion in the matter of seconds.

"yes." i tell him, "but don't worry. i'll handle it."

ethan doesn't say anything else. he just turns his head to face the lamp that he was reaching to turn off.

but that's when my eyes scan his neck and i see a purplish hickey planted.

"abigail?" i ask, my fingertips running over top of it.

"yes." he tells me.

i snuggle closer into him and plant a kiss on his cheek before laying back down on his chest, i could feel his steady heartbeat as it made his chest rise up and down slowly.

"don't do that," he murmurs into my hair, "you're drunk."

i smile to myself as i feel his warmth, "not anymore."