Scars of your love

Chapter 6

But you make me wanna act like a girl
Paint my nails and wear high heels.
Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand.
You make me glow.
But I cover up.
Won't let it show.

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I return to the party to check on Ali and to take her home.

The living room is less crowded than earlier. That means two things either there are so drunk that they finally crashed at some place or there are somewhere busy shagging someone else equally drunk.

Whoever has stationed themselves behind the stereo system is playing some hip hop which is so bad that is making me question their sanity.

Ali is doing her thing. Shaking her booty and giving a good show to the guys who are horny as hell.

I quickly move to her side more than ready to drag her away from here.

"Ali," I scream shaking her.

"Trsshhh, yuh cahyme bakhe." Ali drawls.

What she means is "Tris, you came back."

Ali is pissed drunk, swaying from side to side and whatever words are spilling out of her mouth are not making sense.
If I have to rate Ali from 1 to 10 on the drunk scale.

Then she will be on 9, which is very close to 10. When a person is 10 on a drunk scale, he usually doesn't have any recollection about how he ended up on the other side of the country.

"Come on. Let's go." I grab Ali's elbow tugging her towards the exit.

"Canaot veh stayah forha antr fve menates andh dancha?" Ali whines trying to loosen my grip on her elbow.

It takes me a while to understand it.

"Cannot we stay for another five minutes and dance?"

Oh. My. God.

She is completely wasted.

"No honey. You are too drunk and it's already past midnight?"

"Pretty please."

"Ali we need to go. Maybe we will come back later!?" I try to reason with her.

"Okay." Ali nods sulky.

Relief washes through my body and I realize I was holding my breath, anticipating more reluctance from her side.

But that relief doesn't stay longer. I remember that we arrived at the party in Ali's car and no way in hell I will drive without having a panic attack.

Ali cannot walk properly walk for two seconds and letting her drive is suicidal.

I should have called a cab before bringing Ali outside. It will take more than 15 minutes for the college taxis to arrive and the October wind is blowing strongly prickling our skin

Suddenly Ali leans completely on me nearly knocking me down on my feet.

A warm hand presses on my waist
steadying me.

Even though I can't see the face I know who it is. Sparks ignite inside me.

I know it is completely irrational after suggesting to be friends after exchanging ugly words. But my body seems to acquire a mind of its own.

And of course, I'm blaming the alcohol even though I'm nearly sober.

Alex moves in front of me, his hand still holding my waist which is driving me nuts.