Adopted by Zalfie Sequel

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Logan's p.o.v

I sat by myself, on a chair to the side of everyone else who were grinding against each other with red cups in their hands.

Parties aren't my thing anymore. I used to go out every weekend and get hammered, but singing meeting her my mind has been elsewhere. It was on her every weekend, and what were we're doing and making her happy.

But now she's gone, I'm back to my old ways, except from I'm not seeing the point in drinking, or hooking up with anyone.

Sure, it's fun. It gives you a rush, and you feel great. But what's the point? You only feel ten times worse the day after and end up ruining your body.

"Come on man. You can't sit here all night doing nothing." Josh slapped my back.

He'd had a few to drink, but made excuses by saying 'I'm eighteen now, I'm allowed'. The law didn't stop him when he was seventeen.

"I can." I said, but because of the loud music it came out as a mumble.

He handed me a cup, containing alcohol and gestured for me to down it. "You cannot sit here feeling sorry for yourself. Tia's gone and there's nothing you can do about it."

I hesitated.

Fuck it.

He's right.

I downed the drink in one, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat. He'd obviously given me something strong so that I'm get drunk faster, and enjoy myself sooner.

And that I did, I passed through all the sweaty bodies, to the kitchen, where I found more drinks and a few girls. The girls around here seem to be swarming around me now that I'm single, and I have a bit of fame.

Like come on, I'd be interested if you were before I hit one thousand followers and if you gained a personality.

"Logan! Logan, come here!" One seemed to giggle.

I ignored her and carried on getting myself another drink. They soon came over, and surrounded me. They were all attractive there's no denying it, but they were all so fake. It was obvious they were all trying to get my attention.

"How are you?" One asked, twirling her hair.

"Fine." I said nonchalantly, looking around the room to find someone else. Who I wasn't sure, but I just was.

"Fancy getting out of here?" Another girl said. This one I recognised as Hannah King from the year below me. She's very pretty but come on, she looks twelve and I don't feel like getting with anyone younger than me anyway.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to stay here. My rides here and I don't want to leave." I lied.

Hannah looked hurt at first, but then covered it with a dirty look. "Okay then."

She sauntered off with her friend Sophie, visiting another guy that would definitely take them home.

I was left talking to a few of the other girls, that weren't as direct and forceful. They genuinely seemed like nice girls to be friends with. Key word: friends.

"So then he dropped us off-" I tried to listen to what one of them was saying, but my mind was elsewhere. I was too busy looking at Georgia Harris, a girl in my year. She keeps to herself most of the time, but is one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen.

We caught each other's eye for a moment, and she gave me a soft smile, her dimple in her right cheek showing.

"Excuse me girls, it was great talking to you but I have to be somewhere." I excused myself.

The girls said goodbye and I walked away, trying to catch up with Georgia. I was starting to feel like the room was spinning, and I was loosing control of myself, which was I dictation that the alcohol had really hit.

Georgia was stood in the hallway with one other friend. I recalled her name being Faye, a crazy kid with an Afro and feisty attitude.

"Hiya girls." I smiled, sliding to the side of them.

"Logan." Georgia smiled back.

Faye grinned and winked towards Georgia, "I'm going to head off, leave you two to it." Faye disappeared, linking arms with a random guy on the way out and dragging him with her to what looked like the bedroom.

Georgia rolled her eyes and turned towards me, "What can I do for you Logan?"

"Aren't I just allowed to talk to the girl who keeps looking at me?" I flirted. She hadn't kept looking at me all night, but once was enough for me to make a joke to flirt with out of it.

She blushed a little but flirted back anyway, "Talk? I'm sure that's not your intention with me."

"I mean if that's what you're suggesting I'm down for it." I winked.

Georgia laughed sweetly, "Are you now?"

"Definitely, I've been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you. You look gorgeous George."

"Wow, that's hard to believe. And do we have nicknames already?" She said as we moved out of the middle of the hallway, to the side so that people could still get past.

I tried to keep my balance; the alcohol was hitting all at once. "Sure we do. How about we make a deal?"

Georgia furrowed her brows so I expanded my offer by leaning into her ear. "I'll kiss you, if you get me some things." I whispered, making her shiver.

You see, Georgia is a well known dealer around here, and many people like her because you wouldn't expect her to be. She's also the only female dealer, all other girls are too innocent.

Honestly, Georgia used to help me back in the old days get what I want, but it was always indirect. We've never actually spoke, there was always people in between sorting us out.

She frowned, giving me a disapproving look. "That's not what you should turn to, Logan."

"It would really help me. I just need to take my mind off of-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Georgia's lips were on mine. She kissed me gently, before pulling away and muttering, "Then I'll do that for you."

A smirk lit my face, and something in me told me to kiss her. So I did, I placed my lips on hers, and she kissed me back straight away. Our lips moved in sync slowly, but things soon heated up when she moved her hands to my hair and neck, and my hands slid around her tiny waist and somehow crept under her top a little.

Did it feel right though? No.

It wasn't Tia. That's why. The way she kissed me wasn't the way Tia did, and the way it felt didn't make me have as many butterflies as Tia does. I miss the taste of strawberry that's always on Tia's lips from her lip balm, and the way her hands circle the back of my neck making me go crazy.

There wasn't those sparks flying around like there is with Tia.

I pulled away abruptly, breathing heavily and taking my hands away from Georgia's body. She looked hurt, and confused.

"I'm sorry- I-I can't." I stuttered, stepping back into the crowd.

Georgia said nothing, just watched me jog away, towards the kitchen.

What did I just do?

In the madness of the moment, I forgot my phone in the kitchen before, and my drink so I had to grab a new one.

I raced out of the house as quick as I could, and basically ran home to get my car keys and get in my car.

I was fully aware that I shouldn't have been driving due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed but in that moment I did not care. All I wanted was to be alone and drown my sorrows.

So that's what I did, I drove to the best place I could think of.

But when I got there, and walked down the alley way, and past a couple of garages, I saw what I never thought I would.

Tia Deyes was sat on the concrete ground, high as a kite, with a bottle of vodka in her hand, crying.