Cethany Fanfiction: What About Us?

The Mystery Text. {28}

Bethany's POV:

I arrive at the party and find Roxy immediately. She already has a glass of wine in her hand and is sitting next to a group of guys, along with a few girls.

"Hey Rox," I awkwardly say.

"Oh, hey Beth!" She says back to me, then turning back to her friends.

I look into the group of people. The first person to catch my eye is a girl, she looks about 19. She had blonde hair with pink streaks and many tattoos lining her arms. She seems mysterious. She's not talking at all while the rest of the people are. She just sits there. Weird.

"Beth, this is Megan," Roxy says pointing to the mysterious blonde, "that's Kyle, Megan's boyfriend. Uh, Zane is the tan brunette and Zach is the tan blondie."

I nod, quietly asking who the brunette girl is sitting next to Zach.

"That's Lila. She always seems like she's on her period because she doesn't like many people. She just sits around fucking boys all night long. Different guy every night," she whispers to me. I stifle a laugh and jab her in the rib to make sure no one heard her rude remark.

"Well, come sit down!" Zane says from across the couch. I take up his offer and sit next to him, Roxy sitting next to me.

We all talk amongst ourselves in the small group for around twenty minutes, then all of us except for Megan get up to go get drinks. What's up with her?

"Beth, what do you want?" Roxy asks me from the bar counter.

"Um, whatever your having!" I say.

"Mhmm," she mumbles back to me.

I wait for Roxy to get out drinks by a couch with a coffee table in front of it. Roxy brings out drinks over soon enough, and I see that she got us a couple shots.

"On the count of three." Roxy says handing my my shot.

"One, two, three!" We count together. I down the liquid. The alcohol burns on the way down, but it feels nice. Letting out all the stress of my life.

"Another." I tell Roxy, earning a small laugh from her.

Roxy hands me another shot glass and we count down again, downing the drinks again.

An hour and six shots later, I'm well over drunk, and am leaning on on Roxy for support. It doesn't help much though because she's just as wasted as I am.

"Rox, let's go dancee!" I say, my words slur as they come out of my mouth.

She nods and grips my wrist, pulling me behind her to the dance floor.

Once we reach the checkered floor where everyone is dancing along to the loud music in which I can barely understand due to my intoxicated state.

People are grinding against each other. Others are holding hands and screaming into each other's faces. What kind of dance move is that?

I feel someone grab my waist, and I turn around to see a man, no more than three inches taller than me, brown hair, brown eyes. A rough voice is then sounded in my ear, "come dance," it

I don't hesitate in going to dance with the stranger. Thanks drunken self.

He pulls me to the middle of the floor, and he puts me in front of him. I start to grind on his front side, when Connor crosses my mind. I pull away, telling him I can't do this anymore. The man tries to pull me back.

"Stop." I say, trying to pull away again. I forgot how intoxicated I am, and am surprised I'm taking to clearly, not one word slurring.

"Fuck, your hot thoughh," my words may not slur, but the fucking man practically shoving his fingers up my ass's words sure are.