“No thanks,” I mumbled as someone handed me a cup of an unknown substance, but as she let go, thinking I had hold of it, it dropped to the floor and spilled everywhere.
“Jesus,” she cursed, glaring at me, but then shrugged and walked away, latching herself onto another guy without a thought.
“Michael?” I said, but as I turned around he was nowhere to be seen so I began pushing my way through the people to try and find him. How were there this many people here? It was summer, that’s why.
“Hanna-Rose,” Michael’s voice said from behind me and I jumped when I noticed how close he was from behind me, almost spilling his drink as he bumped into me, “sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said, stepping away from him slightly.
“Come join the game Mikey,” a girl said, coming towards us and grabbing Michael’s hand, but he pulled it away quickly with a shake of his head, “aw please?”
“What’s the game?” I cut in.
“Truth or dare,” she said bluntly, trying to ignore me.
“We’re not playing,” Michael said quickly, reaching for my hand which I yanked away from him immediately.
“Please? For me?” she said, tugging her shirt down a little to show more of her chest. Slut alert.
“No, Stace,” he sighed, staring at her chest, “oh fine.” She reached for his hand and this time he didn’t pull away, he let her lead us to the game.
Michael sat down next to me and Stacy sat next to him. I felt a pang of jealousy and I wasn’t quite sure why.
“Who’s the skinny kid?” a guy said to Michael, pointing at me. I literally felt like stepping up and punching that guy because I’d always been conscious about that and I didn’t appreciate people labelling me as ‘skinny’.
“Shut up Kane, don’t listen to him Hanna-Rose,” Michael snapped, getting defensive all of a sudden on my behalf which I appreciated.
“I’m stronger than I look,” I mumbled, and Kane must’ve heard because he laughed a little with a raised eyebrow. I was confident in saying that I was quite strong because to do ballet you had to be strong to hold your figure and-
“Truth or dare Hanna-Rose... right?” someone said from the right of me. I heard numerous murmurs that I would obviously pick truth, so I said dare, and asked for his name, “I’m Louis. I dare you to take a shot.”
I got handed a shot glass full of some kind of liquid, which I raised my eyebrows at. I heard Stacy snigger from beside Michael so I tipped my head back and let the alcohol burn down my throat, causing me to screw my eyes shut and shiver.
“Her name’s just Hanna,” Michael said suddenly, shifting his body awkwardly.
“But you called her-” Louis started.
“It’s just Hanna,” Michael snapped with an angry sigh. I was told that I had to dare some kid so I told them to take a shot because I couldn’t think of anything else. The game continued until it was Stacy’s turn. She chose dare, of course, and someone dared her to strip. She pulled her top over her head and I looked away, but I just had time to see Michael’s eyes go wide as he stared at her and I wanted to throw up.
I decided to drink the alcohol that had been handed to me and it tasted bitter sweet so I downed another. And another. Then it was Stacy’s turn.
“I dare Michael to kiss me,” she said with a smirk.
“N-I- I don’t...” Michael stuttered, but Stacy leaned towards him and connected their lips, so I got up, almost dropping the cup on Stacy’s stupid head to stop the disgusting sound of them making out. I walked away from the group of Michael’s ‘friends’ and into a load of new ones as I practically had to fight my way through the drunk people dancing and making out. I grabbed another drink... my third? Fourth? And finally found the door after 5 minutes of walking around trying to get outside. The cold breeze against my skin cause me to breathe in heavily, glad of the cool feeling from the fresh air. I sat down on the cold ground because my head was spinning, yet I still had a buzz about me. That would be the alcohol. I remembered the last time I was drunk and that was a while ago at Calum’s 18th and I hated that, so why had I drank again? I had a few texts from Ashton but I decided against answering them because I would probably end up saying something stupid in my drunken state.
