21/4/2019
Drinking. Parties. Hearing people chat. Ears hurting from the loud music.Dancing. Drinking again. Feeling dizzy.
This is just a typical Saturday for me.
A random dude from my school was throwing a party so my friends and I decided it was a good thing to crash it.I'm fifteen minutes into the party and start feeling dizzy already.
"Isn't this party just awesome" a guy approaches me. I look at him and he's not bad. At least I don't think so. The alcohol is affecting my sight. But too bad that I don't want to date or hook up now.
"Yep" I look in front as I sip my drink, leaning against the table in the kitchen.
"What's your name?" he gets closer to say in my ear because the music is loud. He has an accent to his voice but I can't figure out what accent it is.
"Blair" I say, look at him and start walking towards the living room to dance.I spot my friends and I join them. The guy looks at me from the kitchen and smirks. I smirk back.
After a while of dancing, I turn to see what he's up to, but he isn't there anymore.
Fuck it, I don't care. I go to the kitchen again and chug a glass of whiskey. I want to get wasted.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning I wake up at my best friend's bed. Edie. She's my best friend since recently. I've only known her for a year and yet we bonded instantly like we knew each other for decades.
I've told my parents that we're having a sleepover because if they heard that I went to a party, they would've murdered me right on the spot. Even though I'm 18, they are still strict with me. They told me when I start working and have my own house, they'll let me do whatever I want.
I stretch on the bed, curling my toes and moving my body around. Being tired of life, like any teenager, I lazily get up from the bed and crawl to the bathroom.
Edie's house is big. The word big would be an understatement. It's a giant house. It has 7 rooms, filled with books and other stuff her mother hoards. They own two hotels and she sometimes stays there. Her mom manages one of the hotels and her dad the other one so they're rarely at home."Jesus Blair, lock the door" I exclaim after I walk in on Edie showering and close the door with a bang.
"Sorry, I forgot" she said innocently.
I bang on the door, putting my left leg in front of the right one "Hurry up! I'm going to pee my pants"
"In a minute"
She comes out in a bathrobe and I quickly shimmy my way into the bathroom.We decide to make a simple breakfast, eggs and bacon because we were hungry as a bull. It's a simple breakfast that only takes you ten minutes to prepare.
"I swear to god, if I peed my pants earlier I would've killed you" I say, pointing a finger at her.
She raises her head from her plate and exclaims "How was I supposed to know when you'll wake up???"
"Anyway, what happened last night? I can't remember a thing" I scrunch up my nose trying to recall the events.
"Nothing special. After you drank like ten gallons of alcohol, and after hitting a guy, twice, may I add," she lifts up two fingers " the police came and shut down the party"
"Yikes." I shift in my seat "At least I didn't embarrass myself"
"Um, sweetie, you literally hit the guy. Like a slap" she purses her lips.
I put a hand on my mouth, opening my eyes wide "Oh my god, no!"
"Oh my god, yes. The good thing was, the police came right after you did that so the guy ran out of there."
I rest my hands on the table, covering my face with them "Oh my god. What is wrong with me?"
"The question you should be asking yourself is how will you show up to school tomorrow? The guy you slapped was Elliot"
Double yikes. I'm screwed. I won't be able to show my face to school tomorrow. I will be swarmed by 'fans' of Elliot and then suffocate. They'll kill me.
YOU ARE READING
Blair, Boys and Butterflies
Teen FictionAbby brings a cardboard cutout of Elliot and places it before me. "Okay now, just start insulting him. Let it all out" Edie says. "Okay." I let out a breath "I can do this" I crack my hands and begin "Listen here you dehydrated vegetable. You're th...