magnets | ethma

9

Grayson

All I could hear was the screams and shouts of teenagers and the extreme smell of alcohol and drugs. Not my kinda scene. Definitely Ethan's.

Well new Ethan's.

It felt odd not being with Emma tonight. I told her I was coming here and she didn't seem to mind. She wasn't like that. She knew I was all for her.

I came to this party tonight for Ethan. To show him I'll do anything for him. After what he told me, I felt responsible for his sadness- even though it wasn't my fault.

More responsible for my absence during his sadness.

I wore just a grey hoodie and some jeans with some vans. As I walked into the house of some random kid, I saw girls dressed up like prostitutes. I'm so glad my Emma doesn't dress like that.

Which reminds me to text her.

"Hey! No phone. Party, relax and find yourself a new girl or two." Ethan laughed and snatched my phone, disappearing and hiding it from me. He came back with a grin.

"E, I told you- I'm all for Emma. I'm just gonna drink." I say, looking around. Finding a red plastic cup and filling it with straight vodka that I see on the countertop.

"But why? You're 16 and you're at a party. You don't know anyone, who's gonna say? I don't even speak to her." He shrugged with a smirk, walking further into the house. I followed whilst sipping on my drink.

Some people were being sick and some were dancing like they had just took heroine. The music was so loud that I felt an earache coming on later.

"Gray, this is Damo, Damo this is Grayson." I go to shake his hand but they both laugh and Damo just nods his head up for a 'hi' instead. "He's the host." I nodded, walking off.

Embarrassed, I go off to try find my phone.

I looked fucking everywhere. Half an hour later- nothing. This is so dumb. I wanna leave.

I sat down on chair and drank the rest of my drink. I enjoyed the burn after. It's crazy because I already felt a bit tipsy which was not like me at all. It took a lot for me.

I felt like I had been sitting in the chair for hours when I look down at my watch, it had only been 15 minutes.

"Hey, you okay?" Some girl said. I wasn't looking up so when I did, my vision was so blurred and I saw 3 of everything. I'm so fucked. "What's your name?"

"Grayson." I slurred.

She sat down next to me. "This party is lame. How old are you?"

"16."

"Same. But how comes I've never seen you around. You're cute." My tongue was dry and that drink has made me crave it so much more.

I stood up and stumbled to the same vodka bottle. She followed me and held my hand.

"Let me help." She said.

"Okay. What's your name? Sorry rude of me for not asking." I was so fucked. I have never felt this. I saw myself running through a daisy field with a pink sky above me.

"Amber." She giggled, pouring my drink for me in the same cup I had before. Pulling me out of my daze.

She handed me the drink and I threw it back all at once. Clever, right?

An hour later, Ethan came along. "Hey, have this." A blunt was placed in my mouth which I firmly held with my lips so it didn't fall and a lighter thrown on my lap so I could smoke it.