Chapter 5: Am I Going Crazy?

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Samatha was all excited that the party was coming together. She kept showing me all the confirmation texts from random people all through Civics class, getting her and I in trouble. I don't know why but I was slightly excited that Roman was coming because by the looks of it, out of the 30+ people going I only knew about ten of them. The bell finally rang releasing us from not only class but this prison of a school.

"See ya later right?" Her voice did that typical upword slide that most people do when they know you are doing something but they want to hear it themselves. Nodding we parted ways and I hopped on my buss for home. Roman had texted me earlier that he was gonna pick me up there and to gather cloths for tonight. I was not to sure though if he was asking me to saty over or just expecting it.

I sat on the uncomfortable buss seats wishing they were soft when my stop came at last. I practically rushed in and started gathering things. Chargers, wallet, laptop, the whole nine yards. Quickly changing I looked at what i thre on. A loose pair of acid washed jeans that had a few holes in them and a Combichrist band t-shirt, and a pair of black vans. The sun was starting to set casting a redish hue over the pebble like clouds when a honk came from outside.

I ran to the front door with my things and grabbed the hadle calming myself down before stepping outside. Making it look like I wasn't waiting for him I strode over to Romans car and hopped in throwing my bag in the back seat. "Ready?" He asked tilting his head toward me with a small devilish smile. "Yeah but why the smile?" He chuckled some and peeled off toward the hills surrounding our town.

"Just curious to see how drunk you acts." Drunk me? I thought back to the stories of how I am when I get trashed that Kim and Vinny had told me. Its either I am sloppy but fun as fuck. OR. I pass out to quick. Either way I don't know what they mean by sloppy at all. The trees passed by fast as the sun kept setting. Soon we pulled up to Sams house and I saw lots of people I didn't know. Nervous I followed Romans lead as we exited the car and entered the house. Everyone had Red solo cups fill either beer or coke and jack, people lined every hall even some of the rooms for upstairs that i could see had doors closed already.

Kim and samatha both came up to me and granbed my arms looking at Roman. "Got your text by the way and no im not free and yes i can show you what drunk Damon is like." Wait what. Hus smile grew wide as the two tiny girls dragged me off too the kitchen to start feeding me drinks.

It didn't take long for me to start feelin it hard. Loud music pumped out of every room and either people were grinding on each other or talking. Vinny and Kenny both caught me by my arms seeing I was already heavily intoxicatedas kim came up to me with a smile. She kept that smile as two girls behind her laid down on what I think was the dining room table. At the top of her tiny lungs she yelled out to everyone. "Body shoooottttssss!" Everyone cheered and gathered round as they started doing shots off of the two randows. I snuck my way out of the crowd not interested.

It wasn't that I was already drunk or found the girls unattractive. To be honest I was inderferent about them. Every girl I had dated I was indifferent about. And every time I kissed them it wasnt anything special. No sparks, flames of passion, or fierworks. It just felt meh to me. I stumbled out to the back deck where the stoners and smokers were when I for the first time since we got here, spotted roman off in the corner smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone.

"So this is where ya hidin." I said trying so hard not to slur my words. He chuckled some and gave me a sideways glance exhaling the blueish smoke. "Yup and you are trashed." I waved my hand at him trying to seem sober but failing at it. "Pssshhhhh noooooo I fine." Roman shoved his phone in his pocket and turned to face me crossing his arms but holding up one hand close to his chest. "How many fingers am I holding up then?"

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