365 Days

Day 153

I don't really know much right now. I know it took me 2 hours of crying to get Paul to let me come to this thing in the first place. I also know that I'm probably going to get an ear full tomorrow morning off of him, lecturing me about going to a strangers party without him. It's not that I didn't want him here, I just wanted to do something on my own, with MY friends. And the one thing that I am absolutely, without a doubt, 100% sure about..I'm hammered.

I've only been here for about 3 hours but I can feel the alcohol fusing its way through my system every second. Things are getting blurrier and blurrier, and I can feel myself getting happier and happier.

Kat is basically dry humping some guy that she has been speaking to all night, leaving me to do my own thing. I was kind of hoping I would at least know a few people at this party, but I haven't even seen Will in the time that I have been here. So, the next best thing to do when you're alone at a party? Drink. So that's what I did.

I drank until I forgot the bullshit that layers the world. Until I forgot about the fucked-up story that is my relationship. Yes, Paul has been good to me, even more so that usual. Especially after Valentines Day, funnily enough. My mother did once tell me that the best way to a guys heart is through his pants. I don't even know, or care about, what I'm drinking at this moment in time. If I can swallow it and it gets me drunk, then it's going down the hatch.

It's just gone midnight, and I'm about to pour myself another drink when a text comes through on my phone.

'Seriously Paige, I told you to text me when you got home!'

'I'm not home yet, I'm probably not going to be home for the next couple hours. You may as well just go to bed and I promise I will text you when I'm home safe.' It took everything in me to type that perfectly with my double, no scratch that, triple vision.

'WHAT?!? You don't even stay at parties with me for this long! What's so special about this one?' I can hear the sarcasm in his voice and it only pisses me off more, if that's possible. Drunk me should not be allowed a phone.

'Yeah well, I obviously enjoy parties a bit more when I'm not watching my boyfriend throw himself on anything with breasts!!! Just let me enjoy my night for once and leave me alone.' I press send, feeling a little lighter, not at all worried about the dire consequences that my actions may cause. No, not at all. That is until a text comes through on my phone.

'We will talk about this when I see you tomorrow. Now get your arse home.'

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Kat, talking on the phone with an extremely annoyed look on her face. Wonder what's going on?

'Yeah Paul, Yeah I'll take her home right now, don't you worry about it' she winks at me and mimics someone nagging down her ear with her hand. It takes everything in me not to laugh down the phone, my hand has a tight grip on my mouth and I can tell that Kat is finding it hard to keep it together as well.

'Yeah, Paul honestly we are leaving as soon as we are ready. I need to pee first. NO I'M NOT PEEING IN A BUSH!!.......She's gone to say goodbye to people...Because she doesn't want to be rude and just leave without saying goodbye...yes I will text you when she is home...DEAR GOD MAN WILL YOU LET ME GO SO I CAN WALK YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND HOME PLEASE!!.......THANK YOU!!!!' With that, she slams the end call button, kisses my cheek and winks at me.

'You owe me' is all she says before she waltzs away from me, back into the crowd of dancing bodies.

It's arouuuuuund 2? No 3am by the time the party starts to simmer down. I'm drunk. Like, flat out, shouldn't even be able to breath right now drunk. Kats gone. She text Paul back an hour after she had the joyous phone call, to let him know that we were 'home safe'. He did ask to talk to me, but Kat came up with the genius excuse that I was passed out, and that he should probably give me until late afternoon to ring me tomorrow otherwise he would be dealing with a very, cranky Paige.