hopeless dramatic | everything sucks!

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"my turn!" emaline exclaimed, grabbing the bottle. she liked this game, even if it was just a stupid way to be able to say that you'd kissed someone.

i sighed. luke was shit-face drunk, mcquaid couldn't keep his focus off emaline long enough to hold a conversation, and kate had passed out on the couch. parties were fun, but this was boring.

emaline dragged luke into the closet, and the others locked the door behind them. two of the girls shoved their ears to the door, giggling and shushing each other.

“mcquaid,” i said. “how long are we gonna be here?”

he didn't answer. instead, got up and walked to the door. he had a crush. a hopeless crush.

i should've been mad. i should've told him that he was being rude and was kidding himself if he thought emaline actually liked him back. but i didn't. he was allowed to have his fantasy, right?

someone tapped my arm. when i looked over, it was oliver. i had talked to him a few times, but didn't know much about him. he seemed nice enough. he didn't treat me like i was stupid, like everyone else did.

“come with me,” oliver demanded. i stood up, following him. i was quite comfortable with my spot on the floor, but i didn't want oliver to cause a scene. although, he always caused a scene.

he led me away from the hustle of everyone, back behind a dirty white tarp. there were red theater seats around us, and a bucket of something white on the floor.

oliver lit a cigarette. “luke tells me you guys made a movie this summer,”

“yeah! it was called: ace ventura and the temple of gravy! pretty cool, right?”

“it sounds stupid,” he blew cigarette smoke. “who was ace?”

i beamed. “i played him, actually!”

oliver didn't seem to care. i couldn't understand him. he asked you questions and then refused to care about the answer.

“oh, yeah?” he asked. i guess he cared, this time. he held his cigarette out to me. was i supposed to take it? i took it.

“u-uhm. how do i-” i fumbled with it, unsure of what to do.

“ever smoke a cigarette, before?”

i shook my head.

“it's easy. place it between your fingers-” he adjusted it for me. “-like this, and inhale.”

i inhaled. i kept inhaling. weren't you supposed to blow the smoke out? why was i so nervous? it was just a cigarette.

oliver grabbed the cigarette from me, saying something about amateurs. i looked up at him as he spoke, blowing the smoke right in his face. i hadn't meant too, but too late now. i prepared to get yelled at.

oliver laughed, leaning down close to me.

“what's your name?” he whispered.

“tyler.”

“no, don't- don't throw it away like that. it's your name! you only get one of them!” suddenly he was yelling. he dropped the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “we'll work on it.”

“work on what?” i asked.

he looked at me with raised eyebrows, then threw the dirty tarp open. i guess i wouldn't know what we were supposed to work on.