Vada's Story

~Chapter 3~

  I've waited my whole life for this moment, here I am at Ohio State University... at a party!
Now let's just be honest I've never actually been to a party.

    I was a very shelter kid, no sleepovers, no play dates, absolutely nothing of the sort. I really didn't have friends. So homework and jobs it was.

    I promised myself I wouldn't let my parents get in my head at this place. I was going to do whatever I please without them, that's partly why I came here. Parties in my family basically send you straight to Hell. Not literally, but parents will try to scare you out of anything really...right?

   So here I am slam drunk, dead ass drinking straight from the keg. I'm pretty much having the time of my life, shit this is probably better than the day I was born.

  When I've finally had enough I stumble across the room to some leather hard sofa. I'm looking around and I notice a very familiar face..."Patrick?"

So I know what you're thinking, what happened to England. Why college?

Well, needless to say England is shit, don't get me wrong there are some amazing things but the weather and boys, it's all a big heartbreak.

So I ended up back in this shit state at this pretty fantastic college, but back to the real surprise here, Patrick.

"Vada?!" He's surprised, I would be too, 2 years and not a word from me? I'd actually be pretty pissed.

"Hey!" I try to play it off like it's no big deal, when it's a big fucking deal.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, I see the look of concern on his face, I probably look like shit right now. Maybe that's it.

"Hell yeah, it's a party isn't it!?" I laugh louder than the damn music falling off the couch in the process.

His face gets red as time passes, probably in complete anger, probably because of me. Of course, as soon as this happens I black out.

HARD.