A Part Of Me

LVIII

RYDER'S POV
"Hey guys!" Mikey said as he came into the living room where we sitting.

"Hey Mikey." I smiled.

"I wanted to invite you guys to a party tonight. It's at Weston's and it's going to be super fun!" He said.

Weston.

Why'd that name sound so familiar?

I got instant flashbacks to when everyone was yelling.

He was also yelling that day.

"Weston?" I asked raising an eyebrow at Mikey.

"Yeah. I know you guys aren't on good terms right now..." He trailed off.

"Good terms? He caused her to have a panic attack." Luke said.

"Yeah but he wanted me to invite you guys anyway." Mikey said.

"Well no thanks. We're still tired from the drive so we're probably just going to order in food and watch movies. Thanks though." Luke said trying to wave him away.

"Please! It'll be really fun!" Mikey pleaded.

"Fine. One hour but that's it." Luke said rolling his eyes.

"Yay!" Mikey exclaimed hugging us.

We got ready for Weston's party.

Luke had on a white shirt and black jeans.

I had on a black tube top and black sweatpants that looked more like leggings.

We told Mikey we'd meet him there.

As soon as we walked in, I regretted coming.

Loud rap music boomed in every room of the house.

People were dancing, socializing, and hooking up.

Luke grabbed my hand.

"I'm not letting you out of my watch tonight." He said.

We found a nice corner of his living room to stand in.

"Guess this night wasn't a total bust. You look smoking." He said as I blushed.

I stood on my toes and kissed him.

"Hey guys!" Weston said.

"Hi." Luke said speaking up.

"Thirsty? Here's some punch!" He said handing us two red solo cups and leaving.

I took a sip of it.

It was terrible.

I was about to dump it in the already dying house plant until Margarita stopped me.

"It gets better, loser." She said shoving the cup to my chest.

I drank more.

For once, Margarita was right, it did get better.

I finished mine and even drank Luke's.

I was all over him.

I was dancing on him singing along to Starships.

"You're clearly drunk. Let's go." He said.

"But why?" I slurred.

"I'm not playing these games Ryder." He said as he put me over his shoulder.

"Leaving so soon?" Griffin asked.

"You got my girlfriend drunk knowing she's underage. Don't ever talk to me again." He said walking out.

"Luke! Dump her in the car and come join me on the dancefloor." Margarita said.

"Don't even right now. You also got my underage girlfriend drunk. Don't text me, tweet me, call me, or direct message me ever again." He said finally walking out of the house.

I felt her cup hit my forehead, which was obviously meant for Luke's back.

He put me in the passenger seat and buckeled me in.

"God! Why am I so stupid?!" He yelled honking the horn.

"I should've known they were trying to do something bad to you at this party! I had the power to stop you but I didn't! I'm! So!-" I cut him off with a kiss.

I could feel the effects slowly wearing off.

"I love you. Now please take me home." I said.

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