A Bitter Pill To Swallow

9 | Wildfire

Song - wildfire by Jeremy Zucker

***UNEDITED***

~ L e v i ' s P . O . V ~

After a very, very long week of the new "happy" family, I ended up in front of an old high school mates house. I didn't want to be here, not at all, not when the door was filled with drunken students spilling out of a house filled to the brim. I do admit it wasn't the smartest thing to go to a party long after it started but I honestly didn't want to come at all. I stared at the door long and hard, examining how the hell I was supposed to get in. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I made my way to the party.

Seriously, how did a person know this many people? Jesus Christ.

I dodged through groups of people off their faces, trying to find a familiar face to talk to. I accidentally walked into two people making out too, it was awkward to say the least. A few groups of people I had known a lifetime ago made polite conversation with me, but it was harder than normal since ninety percent of the party were completely smashed. The other ten percent were the designated drivers, who had little interest in talking to me.

This party started to make me feel claustrophobic at the amount of people crammed into the house. It wasn't small or anything, it was just way past its maximum capacity which made the air a little thicker than it should be. The constant grinding movements they were making on their prey of the night didn't help, either. So, I decided to take a step outside for some fresh air.

I was disappointed as soon as I stepped outside, though, as there was still one person off their face out here too. I thought nothing of the small framed girl in a dress that was way too short until she turned around, surprised etched on her features as I identified her. She was one of the two I accidently interrupted in their make out session, but it wasn't only that.

"Oh god, have all the cute nerdy girls turned into sluts?" I snorted at the nostalgic girl in front of me. Ivory Wilson reeked of alcohol, and I could very well tell she was drunk. I was so confused, the girl whom was nerdy and sweet was now like this? At Dylans house, she was very modest with her long black cardigan... but now?

Instead of the reaction I was expecting, a flip off, a fuck you, a snide comment like she always does, she just turned away and stumbled down the porch, roughly taking her red cup half filled with alcohol and smashing it on the grass below.

"Fuck you, world!" She yelled passionately, pulling two middle fingers up at the sky. "Any more stupid ass shit you want to throw my way? Have you not had enough of torturing me yet? Just fuck you, world, fuck you! First you take away the only good thing in my life, now him?!" Ivory wailed and collapsed onto her knees, throwing her head in her hands as she broke down right in front of me. To say I was shocked was an understatement, and I didn't know what to do. "You took away everything, and now you want to take more?"

She really didn't deserve that comment of mine, so I went against the warning bells in my head and went up to her, placing my arms around her small frame. Ivory's shoulders were shaking from tears and I knew she wouldn't remember this in the morning, she was way to out of it. I took this moment to take her in, she had definitely changed a lot. She used to seem quiet, but strong; it felt weird to have my biggest regret in my arms crying. I remember when we were just kids, I was so horrible to her. At the start it was just being an annoying prick, but slowly it grew out of control as I started throwing insensitive things around. Like how her shoes were nearly ripping apart, or how she had always worn the same clothes every day. I wondered if I knew what I know now then, if I could have been more empathetic.