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"You see him too, right?" Ethan says, leaning in to sit on the sofa which was placed in the corner of the sweat-filled room
"If you mean Grayson, then yes." I sigh, digging my hand into my hair "Thanks to whatever's happened 2 hours ago, I've had 3 depressed kids."
"Three? What happened?" Ethan says, leaning closer so he can have a deeper understanding of this whole issue
"Long story short-" I say but is cut off by Holly sitting on my lap
"Grayson, the man whore-" She starts
"-He's not a manwhore." Ethan hisses
"Sorry, Grayson, the not-man-whore, likes Iris now. And Iris likes him, but Dahlia's bobble head came in the way so she had a fit after she found out that Grayson likes Iris so now Dahlia's curled up in the guest bedroom, Iris is trynna dance away her pain. And Grayson.. he's ehhh." She says as she points over to Grayson
Grayson had made a complete fool of himself. He's had at least 5 shots, chugged half a bottle of beer and he's definitely ran upstairs to vomit at least 4 times in the past hour. He was flat out drunk and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know his own name
"Grayson!" Ethan hollers
Grayson spots Ethan and dances over to him, tripping onto his toes halfway through walking
"Wh-at!" He hiccups
"Settle down!" Ethan says
"What? I can't hear you!" Grayson smirks
"I said-" Ethan yells
"Ne-ver have I-I ever!" Grayson lights up "Excellent idea!"
Grayson then pulls us into a secluded room that was near the storage room
"I'll go get Iris." Holly says then leaves the room
"I'll try to get Dahlia." I volunteer then leave the room of utter silence
"Yo! Are you Ethan's chick?" Someone yells as I place my foot on the first step
I turn around to see one of the hockey players, Jayce dressed in a black vest, a black cap and washed out greyish-green cargo shorts
"The dress code was red, pink or white." I say after looking him up and down
"It's just a party, not some next level English school. Don't be a buzzkill." He says
I furrow my eyebrows in disgust then walk upstairs
"Hey! Dali?" I yell
"What?" A muffled voice arises
I place my hand on the doorknob and see a curled up Dahlia on the bed in the dark
I turn the light on and then walk over to her. Her makeup was a mess. Her lipstick had managed to get on the pillow and somehow her neck. Her mascara had stained and smeared all over her cheeks
"Oh gosh." I sigh as I grab a wipe and brush her cheeks and neck slightly but enough to give her the cleaned look.
"Take my mascara but I only have lipgloss. However, your lips are kinda pink already so it will just look pigmented." I say as I try to make her as presentable as possible
"What's it for?" She asks
"We're doing 'Never have I ever'." I answer quietly
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