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"come on, stells, it'll be fun!" zoey says as she pulls on the sleeve of my oversized hoodie.
"zoey, i'm not in the mood for going to a party where a bunch of drunken high schoolers are making out," i say, taking her hand off my sleeve and playing the show we were just watching back on.
"you don't know that," she rolls her eyes.
"yes, i do."
"oh come on, stella, i'm even going and i hate party's," aubrey says.
"why are you going?" i question her.
she just shrugs her shoulders.
"how much did you pay her?" i look over at zoey.
"what?! i didn't pay her anything," she says.
i look back at aubrey, my right eyebrow raised.
"fine..i'm going because there's this cute guy in my geometry class and he said he was going," she says blushing a bit.
"ooo," we all chant. she rolls her eyes and covers her now bright red face with a pillow.
"alright i'll go but only because i want to see aubrey's boyfriend," i say.
"he's not my boyfriend!" she says.
"yet.." layla says. we all laugh and get ready to go to the party.
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"okay let's go find your guy, aubrey," i say, linking my arm through hers.
"i'm going to talk to grayson, bye!" zoey says before walking away.
"i'm going to get a drink, bye!" layla says.
"so i guess it's just us too," i tell aubrey.
"actually just you. johnny just called me over," aubrey says and walks off.
"yay i'm by myself," i say.
"well you got me," i hear and feel someone wrap their arms around my waist.
"get off," i say, pushing him off me.
"but i want to hug my baby," brady says.
"are you fucking drunk?!" i ask.
"yeah," he says with a smile.
"oh my god, brady," i place my hand on my forehead.
he's only 16!
"lets go get another drink," he says, grabbing my hand but i get out of his grip.
"no, you've had enough," i grabbed his wrist and drag him up the stairs.
i don't really know the people who live here so i didn't know what room to take brady in.
after opening a few and finding people making out, i finally open a gorgeous bedroom with no one inside.
brady stumbled as he walk inside, almost falling, making me laugh.
"right here," i say pushing him onto the bed.
"you know, you're really p-" he lets out a hiccup.
"pretty," he finishes.
"uh thanks," i know he's just saying that because he's drunk.
"why did you get drunk?" i ask him.
"my friends dared me," he says.
"you should do everything your friends dare you to do," i tell him.
"you sound like my mom," he says.
"alright then i'll leave," i start to get up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"no, stay!" he says.
i look back and see how fucked up he looks. so i walked back and laid next to him.
he turns to his side and gets a little closer to me. i move back a little.
"i want to cuddle," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"i dont," i shove his arm off.
he groans and lays on his back.
"why do you hate me?" he asks seriously.
"i don't hate you," i answer. i really dont.
"then why are you so mean?"
"i'm mean?"
"yeah, you won't let me talk to you," i guess he's right.
"i just know how you are," i tell him.
"how?"
"i've heard some stuff."
"doesn't mean it's true, but if you want to believe it go ahead. it just hurts to know how people judge me so quickly when they don't even know me," he explains.
well shit.
"i-i'm sorry," i tell him.
"it's fine, i guess," he shrugs.
"no it's not. so since i don't know much about you, why don't you tell me about yourself," i tell him as i lay on my side to face him, resting my head on my hand.
"what do you want to know?" he asks, mirroring my position.
"everything..."
and so it began.
he told me so many things about him.
he has a cat
he likes so sing
he has three siblings
he loves chocolate milk
he doesn't like breakfast foods
and he's actually really genuine. how knew?
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i told you guys i would probably not update this so often whoops dsfkco
