Demi Lovato Imagines

Nightmare

You hadn't even planned to go out that night. Your friend had been trying to twist your leg about it all day at college telling you how much fun it would be. But you were doubtful. You knew that -being sober - you would spend the entire time watching her get shit-faced and end up going off with some guy, leaving you in the middle of the bar by yourself. 

"But it will be fun," Amanda whined, giving you pleading eyes as you both left the lecture hall.

"Fine," you breathed, "but you owe me."

When she came round to collect you at 9 pm, laughing like crazy, you knew your predictions would come true. You just didn't know how someone could get so drunk in such a short space of time - on top of getting ready to go out on the town?! Although looking at her choice of outfit, you didn't think getting dressed took her all that long. 

Getting dragged into the bar, you were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat, your shoes sticking to the floor as you tried to follow Amanda's wobbly steps. You had no idea where she was off to until you spot some of her friends at a table up ahead. You didn't know these people that well - they weren't in the same major as you so you had always felt kind of awkward when Amanda would catch them on campus and talk about things that had nothing to do with you. Not in a selfish or vain way - just, you know - you didn't particularly enjoy loitering on the outskirts of the circle they formed as they chatted for long stretches of time. Kind of enforced your image of being a loner. 

Not that you were. You just didn't have that many 'college' friends. Most of the people you enjoy spending time with are your friends from work. Sometimes you wish that you two would bump into them, forcing Amanda to watch you be the socialite you really are...but there's not much chance of that happening on the college campus. 

Plastering on a smile, you greet the group of about five people who you vaguely recognise, already losing Amanda's grip on your hand as she enters her preferred social circle. 

Remind me why I'm friends with her again.

Ugh, ignore that. You do like Amanda - and you are glad she's your friend. She just gets on your nerves...a lot. But that can be said about any friendship, right? 

About half an hour later, you were starting to get bored. No one had really made an effort to include you in the conversation around the table so you had been sitting sucking on your straw for the best part of that time, wondering what you were going to do tomorrow. It's a Saturday so you had no academic work to do. Could you pick up an extra shift? Nah, you'll probably by too exhausted by the time you get home tonight.

Not even bothering to excuse yourself, you slide off the stool and head for the bartender to get another drink. You don't even wonder about it seeming rude that you didn't ask if anyone else wanted anything. They probably didn't even notice you leaving. 

Handing over the coins to pay, you turn around with your drink in hand and come face to face with one of the people you had been thinking about recently. Hannah. She was one of the senior employees at your job and you got on really well with her. She was the one you shadowed for your induction day. She never ignored you (unlike some people). 

"Y/n! Hi!" she beamed, pulling you into an awkward hug as you tried to keep your glass upright.

"Hi," you laugh, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm just here with some friends from...well...from a while back I guess," she gives you a sly smile, "what about you?"

"Oh, same, I'm here with--," you turn round to point at the table but quickly wave it off. You don't want to face the embarrassment of not knowing any of their names apart from Amanda. Wouldn't make you appear too great.