POV: Abby
"delilah are you sure you know where the house is?" abby asks from the back of the van full of her squad.
"of course dear! it's the corner house right here!" she squeaks as she pulls into a spot down the busy street. they all file out of the van and up to the big house booming with people and music.
"now girls remember, if you ask what's in the drink you're a loser!" stacy says as she hops up the porch's stairs and heads to the kitchen.
the mini mansions living rooms and kitchen are full of high schoolers dancing and drinking to the music playing at full blast. abby watches as each cheerleader leaves her at the front door to find their people. she gets pushed around toward the kitchen where she finds a small pocket of empty space to breathe.
she huddles next to the fridge and pulls down her too tight dress and pulls her big hair into a messy ponytail. abby sighs and searches for something to drink.
"where's the drinks?" abby shouts over the music to the kid who looked like he's in charge. he nods and hands her a bright orange drink. she goes to ask him what it is but decides she doesn't want to be known as the loser. she frowns and tips her head back to down it in one sip sending the guys around her roaring.
six and a half orange drinks later, abby stubbles upstairs looking for the bathroom. she opens the first door to find two girls making out on the bed. "whoops! sorry," she whispers and giggles.
the next door she opens to find a football player crying clutching something. abby frowns wanting to ask, but rolls her eyes and moves on.
in the third room she finds another couple going at it. abby whines, "aw jeez! veronica where's the bathroom!" veronica pushes the guy off of her to look at abby. "ohmygod! next room abby! god!"
abby salutes her and giggles. she stumbles into the brightly lit bathroom and plops down on the edge of the bathtub. she rubs her face, pulls off her shoes and sinks into the bathtub.
"hold off dalton!" someone yells as they walk into the bathroom. "occupied," abby mumbles. "abby? what are you doing here?" she looks up to see alex hunched over her. she waves and smiles, "drunk."
he snorts, "yeah, i️ can see that." alex helps abby stand up and walk downstairs and to his car. she passss out when she hits the leather seat.
alex finally pulls up to her house and starts to help her get out. he walks her up to the front door. she pulls herself up straight and sighs staring into his eyes. "ya know, we'd be together if you weren't such a dick to me and my friends," she mumbles as her eyes retreat to his lips.
alex softly chuckles and pulls her chin up to look at her, "i'm only a dick because i️ like you." abby sighs and holds onto his hand under her chin. she wraps her arm around his neck and pulls him in to kiss.
they hold each other closely until she pulls away. she plants a kiss somewhere between his lips and cheek then unwraps herself and goes inside. leaving alex in the cold yet again.
YOU ARE READING
blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
