Behind the eyes of a lunatic (undergoing editing)

37- I don't drink Whiskey

CARMELA'S POV:

Walking into my crowded house, I gasped at the mess that had been created already. Scanning the room for Phoenix's face, I spotted him hitting back shot after shot, and laughing along with a group of people.

"Useless"

Being tapped on the shoulder from behind, i span around to face Francesca and Olivia with red cups in their hands. About to say something, they rushed me into my closet to make sure no one was looking.

"We need to bug you, remember?" Olivia said as she started to poke and prod me. Rolling my eyes, i zoned out while they did what they need to do. Once they were finished, they told me to wait 20 seconds before coming out of the closet after them.

When i was finished counting to 20, i walked out of the closet and looked around my crowded hallway, there was no sign of Kourtney here. Walking into the living room, i groaned in frustration, as she wasn't there either. I even asked people if they had seen her, but some were either too drunk to acknowledge i was speaking English, and others looked at me like I was crazy.

Running a hand through my wig, I walking into the kitchen and shook my head in disgust as i saw Kit drinking around the table with people from our school.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped as i walked closer to him. Slamming my hands on the table got his attention.

Raising the glass bottle to his lips, he smirked and tilted it towards me.

"You mean it wasn't an open invite?" He said with a dark smile on his face. Scoffing, he knocked back the rest of his drink and stretched across the table fore 2 glasses and the whiskey.

"Have a drink with me" He murmured while pouring the drink into the glasses. Leaning over the table, i inched closer to him and laughed to myself slightly.

"As tempting as that seems, i think i have a light bulb somewhere to fix?" Backing away from his smirking face, i started to walk away before he spoke again.

"Oh common. Trust me, whoever you're trying to look for, isn't going to let you find them" Tensing my body, i spun around in my heels and looking him square in his dulling eyes.

Walking to the table, i took a seat directly in front of him, making sure I didn't break the eye contact.

"I don't drink whiskey"

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After having 1 drink with Kit, i made my way back to the living room to find Francesca and Olivia. Finding them 'dancing', i pulled them to the side so we could speak without getting rubbed up against.

"I don't think she's here guys" I said with a sigh.

"Maybe she's finally given up?" Olivia suggested while still moving to the music.

"There's a possibility?" Francesca shrugged after taking a sip of her drink.

Maybe they were right?

Puffing out my cheeks, I smiled a bye before heading up my stairs. I might aswell lock myself away until everyone leaves and Tate gets back. Suddenly being grabbed on my arm, i snapped my head back to see a distraught Megan.

Yanking my arm out of her grip, i took a step back to see her face properly. She looked a mess, her eyes were puffy and he mascara streamed down her face.

"What the hell happened to you" I asked while she put a hand on her head.

"Carmela, I'm so sorry. I-i, s-she won't stop. She won't listen to me" Her cries muffled her frantic words.

Engulfing her into a hug, she sobbed into my shirt as i stroked her back softly.

"Shh, its okay don't cry. Come to my room, we'll clean you up and then talk" Holding her at arms length, she slightly nodded her head with a small smile.

Leading her to my room, we entered and automatically screamed as someone slammed the door behind us.

Spinning around, there stood someone i had been expecting all night.

Miss Kourtney Summers everybody.

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TATE'S POV:

We were only half way there, and i was already bored out of my mind. i wonder what Kitten was doing now, better yet...i wonder what Kitten was wearing now?

Shifting in my seat, i couldn't help the little laugh that escaped my mouth as Honey looked at me in disgust; Her face right now was the definition of horrified.

"Please control yourself" She mumbled. Crossing her arms over her chest, i rolled my eyes and tried to reach for my phone.

As she snatched it away from me, i looked back at the road and then to her again with my eyebrows knitted together.

"I was just going to check if Kitten was alright?" Putting my phone in between her boobs, i looked towards the road in annoyance.

"Concentrate on the road, i don't want to die" She snapped.

"Fine, you call kitten" I compromised with my winning smile.

"No." She bluntly said. I guess my winning smile wasn't always going to win everyone over.

"Fine, I'll pull over and call her"

"You can't" She said with a worry sense in her accented voice.

"Yes I can" I scoffed, while looking at the road ahead of me. I only wanted to check if she got home fine, what was the big problem with that?

"She's probably busy at her party!" She shouted while throwing her hands in the air.

Pulling over, I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked at her with the anger slowly rising inside of me. Entwining my hands together, i put them both to my head and took a deep breath

"What do you mean at her party?" I said as calmly as possible. When she didn't answer, i slammed my hand on the steering wheel making the horn go off, and making Honey jump in her seat.

"Your mom isn't ill is she?" i said starting to put my seat belt back on. Kitten was still going to throw that fucking party even after she had gotten that death threat from that fucking psycho, was she stupid?

"I don't know? She could be?" Glaring at honey, I started up the car and made a U turn while stepping on the pedal.

"Where are we going?" Honey murmured with her hands over her face.

"Where do you fucking think?"