Always You

Chapter 5

It's been two hours since I've talked to Ryan.

The environment at the party has become increasingly dense, so dense that I can feel myself sweating from the massive amount of bodies beside me just from standing in the living room. I have had no clue where Camila was for the past hour. The last time I saw her she was shoving her tongue down Tyler Leahy's throat, a tradition she's become very accompanied to. I didn't want to interrupt her hookup, so I ended up going outside for a breather.

That didn't work either. The second I walked outside, a cloud of cigarette smoke burned my nostrils. On top of that, people were so desperate that they were hooking up in the front lawn, giving me no space whatsoever. 

When I tried to look for Ollie, I couldn't find him anywhere. All of the familiar and friendly faces were nowhere to be found. The only faces I could find were either being sucked off or were chugging alcohol and grinding against each other. Let's just say that my normal group of friends don't go to parties like these, leaving me stuck here with two friends that ditched me. 

So now I'm here. I'm standing in the living room, watching lame and uninteresting people dance to lame and uninteresting music while they suck their lame and uninteresting faces off. 

"Fuck this." I mutter to myself.

I can't even breathe in this room. I need to find somewhere to relax, to hear my own thoughts for at least a couple of minutes.  I push past bodies after bodies until I reach the kitchen. I pour a fruity drink with a touch of alcohol before pushing past the bodies once again and heading towards the stairs. 

I turn the doorknob to the nearest door, being united with a surprisingly empty bedroom. I stumble inside and and sprawl out on the bed, slowly closing my eyes. I can finally hear my own thoughts. My body slowly cools down and I smile, letting myself dig my face deeper into the soft pillows. 

I pry open my eyes and stare at the wall, letting thoughts roam around in my mind. I know that Camila needs me tonight, but the last place I want to be is here. I'd rather be in my own bed but instead I'm stuck in this stranger's bedroom while some idiots are downstairs partying. 

I feel myself drifting away with my thoughts. Drifting, drifting, drifting.

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The jangling doorknob awakes me.

Shit! I didn't mean to fall asleep. 

I quickly sit up and watch the doorknob continue to rattle. If it's a couple, cop, or basically anyone but Camila then I'm out. 

I'm disgusted, but not surprised, when Ryan stumbles in the room with a girl wrapped in his arms. He doesn't open his eyes or break their kiss as he leads her to the bed where I'm sitting. His hands are tangled in her strawberry blonde hair and she's sliding her hands up his shirt before I finally can't take their inability to notice me anymore. 

"Can you not fuck right in front of me? I'd appreciate it." I interrupt. 

I watch as Ryan quickly pulls away from the girl, his eyes widening at the sight of me. His lips part in what I think is shock, but it's hard to tell this time. 

The girl shrieks and pulls down her shirt, to which I just roll my eyes. 

"Jade?" He slurs. 

"That's my name." I shrug and stand up. 

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know anyone was in here!" The girl apologizes from beside me. I look at her sympathetically and give her a small smile. 

"It's okay, you're the one I really feel sorry for." I say. Her eyebrows scrunch up as she tries to process my words before I point my finger at Ryan. Her face stays the same, although I can tell she knows what I mean.