Vlog Squad {Dom DeAngelis}

Just Like You

On New Year's Eve, I head to the party at the vlog house. I step inside and run into some familiar faces right away, causing me to stop in my tracks. 

"What are you doing here?" I snap at Kian, Jc, and Corey.

"Zane invited us." Corey shrugs.

"You can't be here." I cross my arms.

"It's not your house," Jc says.

"You being here causes me emotional distress. Please leave." I shake my head.

"No way." Kian laughs. "We aren't going to leave just because you're uncomfortable around us."

"Fine." I shove past them and approach Zane in the backyard. "What the fuck are Dom's friends doing here?" I hiss.

"I invited them. Ally, chill. Get a drink, dance with someone." Zane brushes it off.

"Seeing them hurts me," I admit.

"Oh, baby, come on." Zane stands. He leads me inside and he pours two tequila shots. He hands me one. "Take it."

We take the shots and I sigh. I can handle this.

I pour a drink and actively search out Kian and the others. I find them playing beer pong and I approach quietly.

"Are you gonna yell at us?" Corey asks as Jc throws a ball.

"No," I say, sipping my drink. "I'm sorry I got mad. I just didn't expect to see any of you so soon."

"Wanna talk?" Corey asks.

I nod and lead him away from the crowd. 

We sit on a couch far away from the others. 

"What's up?" Corey asks.

"Did you know? About Dom?" I bite my lip.

"All of us were there that night. We told him to stop, that you would find out, but he didn't listen. Kian was the only one filming and we debated for days on whether or not to tell you. Eventually, Kian decided you needed to know the truth, so that's when he sent you the video." Corey shrugs. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Corey. I was a dumbass, trusting him to be fine without me." I sigh.

"It's not your fault either, Ally. He shouldn't have broken your trust." Corey wraps an arm around me. "I know we don't know each other very well, but I'm here if you ever want to talk."

Corey gives me his phone number before he stands and kisses me on the cheek. With a small smile, he returns back to the crowd.

Through the night, I get so drunk I end up passing out in Todd's room. I wake the next morning with a huge headache, a glass of water and Tylenol on the nightstand next to me.

I take the pills and stand slowly. I walk out of the room and stretch as I head towards the kitchen.

"Good morning." Scott chirps. "Well, afternoon. It's one."

I groan and sit at the table. "I slept all day." I sigh. "Todd, I'm sorry I passed out in your room."

"It's no big deal." Todd shrugs. 

"Todd wasn't here last night anyway." Scott winks.

"Oh, Toddy, where did you run off to?" I raise my eyebrows.

Todd laughs and shrugs. "I was around." He avoids eye contact and I laugh.

"Oh, by the way, Ally, Corey was asking about you earlier. He wanted to make sure you were okay." Scott raises an eyebrow.