C H A P T E R 1: This is how it starts.

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"Oh yes"



"Johnyyy oh my god yes yes yes"




"Y-you're so fucking hot Miranda"


Creak


"HARDER OH YES"


Creak creak creak

"Uhm..."

"OH"

"Fuck- sorry shit shit shit"

I immediately turn around and shut that door as fast as I could but not before catching a glimpse of their embarrassed faces, red because of a bit of the shame and more because of the constant "Oh harder Johnny", thing going on.

I have a strong distaste for parties and I was dragged here against my better judgment.

cough-Jules-cough-Emily.

The minute I find my drunk friends, Jules and Em, I swear they won't see the light of the day. Apparently, today was the day they decided to break my Party-virginity. The first party and I hate it already.

I breathe out and turn around to proceed towards the stairs to finally go find their drunk asses. I swear the minute I find th-

"Oof"

I rub my head which collided with what I supposed was a wall before I looked up to find a pair of icy blue eyes staring down at me with intensity.

"I am so sorry. Thank yo-"

I feel a squeeze on my body.

NO.

I feel a squeeze on my chest.

"Let's go somehwere else where we can have some fun and then maybe you can thank me while riding my di-"

Today is not a good day to mess with me. I roll my eyes. And raise my hand with full force just like my dad taught me.

Punch

"Shut up, you're giving me a damn head ache. Go away and find someone else to toy with."

I turn to look at him. And mouth my last bidding words with enough venom.

"Asshole."

He didn't even budge, he just stands there stunned.

Whatever.

People are weird here. I am so done with people and their apparent weird behavior that my personality of a quiet person with a shy smile has taken a 360° turn to become this straightforward, at times funny and mostly catastrophic being.

My mum did say that I was a weird kid with extroverted persona which flipped like a switch after I turned 12. Guess I am back at it again.

My mind suddenly floods with the memories of when I was 12 years old and a nostalgic pain creeps its way into my heart. I place my hand over my heart softly breathing out yet again. Okay, It is really hard to breathe now.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 27, 2018 ⏰

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