Weeks passed until it was the sixteenth of December. I still wasn't sure if I should go, but Erica and Sami ended up talking me into it. I had on a pink moto jacket with a drapy white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and peep-toe wedges. I wasn't into the slutty manor of the dress code.
"Hey, hey! How do I look?" Erica came running out of the bathroom to show me her outfit. She had on a black body-con dress (that showed quite a bit of cleavage) with a pair of heels and curled hair.
"You look really cute." I said.
"Thanks, where's Sami? It's nearly quarter to!" she asked.
"I don't know, maybe getting rid of Porter?" I replied.
"Whose Porter?" she asked.
"Our boss. Five foot four with salty hair and wrinkles under his eyes." I replied.
"Ew, does he have warts on his back?" she asked.
"How would I know that?" I asked.
"Well this Porter guy, from what I heard about him he only hires foreign girls if he can stick his tongue down their throats." she replied. Ew.
"Well, I guess I won that battle because he never came on to me." I said.
"Oh my god." all of the sudden, a knock came from the door.
"It's open!" Erica shouted.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Sami came through the door with a bright smile on her face. She had on a black crop tee with houndstooth jeans, a biker jacket and these awesome (I mean seriously, awesome) pink cheetah print booties.
"Oh my gosh you look so cute!" Erica said and hugged her.
"Thank you, thank you. I take pride in my looks." she replied.
"Alright cool we're all here. Let's go party." I said.
"That eager, even for you." Sami said to me.
"I'm feeling very impulsive today. Maybe it's the aspirin for my head cold?"
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The party was being held in a frat house, with snowflakes hanging form the ceiling and the house crowded with people. Drinks in hands, cigarette buds on the floors, it smelled like booze, gingerale, and smoke. I wouldn't be surprised if there were some foreign drugs hiding here and there in the house.
"This is so loud! I can't even hear myself think!" Sami shouted over the noise.
"I'm going to get a drink, you two want anything?" Erica asked.
"I'll have a beer." I replied.
"I'll take a blueberry margarita." Sami added. Erica nodded and went off the bar. Just then, Sami's phone lit up in her pocket. She looked at the text and bit her lip nervousley.
"You alright?" I asked. She nodded.
"Yeah. Listen, I need to meet a friend, when Erica comes back just tell her to leave it near room A16." she replied. I got confused.
"What?" I asked.
"She'll know what I'm talking about. Have fun." she said and travelled through the crowd of people. Now I'm all alone. Erica came back two minutes later with a beer and the blueberry margarita.
"Hey, where's Sami?" she asked.
"Oh she got a text telling her to fo to A16, apparently that would mean something to you?" I replied. Erica got a look of realisation.
"Oh, alright here. You going to be okay? I met up with someone and I want to have a chat with them." she said.
"Would that someone happen to be Harry Burton?" I asked knowingly.
"I love you?" she asked. I chuckled and pushed her away.
"Go, go be with your beloved bitchy boyfriend." I said. She giggled and disappeared into the crowd. You know, I now figured out what's wrong with me...I'm alone a lot.
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The party continued on for hours, I had probably quite a few beers and left the bottles in a random spot. I'm such a lovely house guest (not).
By the time I finished my fourth I was feeling a bit dizzy. I was feeling a bit sweaty and my throat was burning. This is how it feels to be tipsy kids, don't try it at home.
I found myself just wandering around, stumbling and tripping here and there. I had definitely lost sight of my jacket. I took it off when I started to get hot.
People were dancing drunkenly on tables or were passed out on the couches. There were red cups spilled on the floor, and couples rushing around excitedly...you know what that means...
"Hey there stranger." a voice from behind me said. I turned around and came face-to-face with Mr. Popular himself.
"I had a feeling you would find me sometime tonight." I said.
"Looks like I did sassy." he replied. I then found myself leaning against the wall with Ethan hovering in front of me, he had his face vey close to mine with his arm next to my head. I could smell alcohol on his breath, but it didn't matter to me. I was pretty drunk too.
"You find that Alexis chic again?" I asked him.
"Nope, I'm fully clean tonight."
"For how long?"
"As long as you want me to be." this is why I don't like being drunk, because i get myself trapped in conversations like this. And no matter how hard I try to fight it...I can't.
I didn't know what it was, Ethan was so...you know...sexy in this light. His dark brown eyes were full of lust, dialated and sparkling with mischief. He was looking for trouble, and he wanted it with me. I didn't know if he was serious or just drunk? All I knew was I didn't want him to leave.
"You know I really want to kiss you." he said in this low sexy voice. I smiled and giggled heartily.
"Huh, me too." I replied. He started leaning in real close to kiss me, a brilliant smile across his lips and eyes slowly closing. My eye lids shut as I waited for him to make the move...only it never came. Why? Because my drunk friends with some other girls came along and pulled me away from him.
"Come on! Let's partay!" one of them shouted. I laughed and looked back at Ethan, who threw his head back in a cute disappointed way. He looked at me and shook his head, I just winked in a flirty manor. I never knew I had this flirty side of me...I kind of like it.
Erica and Sami pulled me onto a table and we started dancing to a Shakira song. There was a lot of grinding against each other, and laughing along with the fun.
Ethan's POV
She was dancing with her friends, beautiful and care-free. The lights glistened against her moist skin and her hair whipped back and forth. Her hips were swaying in time with the music, occasionally she looked my way and gave me a flirty smile. I never knew Lucy had this side of her...I liked it.
She's mine.
Lucy's POV
I didn't know what was happening until I felt a hand on my waist turn me around. I came face-to-face with Ethan again. He lifted me off the table and then everything turned to slow-motion. He came closer, and closer, until his lips connected with mine...
It was like a christmas tree lighting up inside my body. 'It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. It was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside me changed, never to be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine.
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Hollingwood University
Teen Fiction"Just saying...after a while you'll fall in love with me. All the ladies do, no matter how hard they fight it." "Well I assure you that I will never be one of those ladies." ...
