TW: This chapter contains depictions of being roofied.
Coloured LED lights flashed around me, loud music boomed, shaking the floors. The notorious red cup scattered everywhere, the floor a landfill of tissues,paper plates, and the odd condom packet.
The living room furniture was pushed to the sides. A large L sofa was in the corner, occupied by couples grinding on each other. I rolled my eyes at the sight, God did I hate parties; but I always managed to be dragged to them by James.
Speaking of James, where was he? I questioned myself as I scanned around the room. I spotted his dark brown hair with blonde highlights occupying a guys lap, swallowing him like he was the last man alive. I sighed, swirling the contents of my cup. I'm definitely going to need something stronger.
I slowly walked to the kitchen making sure I didn't step on any mushy food. I quickened my pace keeping my head down.
Suddenly, I slammed into a hard chest falling back into a sludge of what I hoped was cake. I looked up, meeting a pair of cold dark blue eyes with swirls of grey and green, they were so gorgeous. He had dark brown hair (almost black) which was parted in the middle. His sharp jawline perfectly framed his face. He was wearing a hoodie with basketball shorts and I couldn't stop my gaze trail down to his di-
"Could you watch where you're fucking going" his hooded eyes meeting mine, he looked as if he had not slept in days. I could feel heat rising in my face, whenever I was in an uncomfortable situation I either blushed or cried, and I could feel tears gathering in my eyes.
"I-i'm sorry I-" I stammered
"Of course you are" he said, stepping over me.
God I really hate my life. I got up and felt something slide off me,
"Great, now I have to spend god knows how long cleaning cake off of myself."
Quickly, I walked into the nearest bathroom. I grabbed some tissue and scrubbed as hard as I could, the tissue didn't help at all. It only left a residue of white paste on my dress. Suddenly the door flew open and James stumbled in his new found boy toy surgically attached to each other's mouths; their hands were roaming all over each other and James was trying his best to unbuckle his belt.
"Excuse me..." I said putting my hands in front of my face, even though it is nothing I haven't seen before. If I had a dollar for everytime I had walked in on James...
They both turned their heads slowly, James burst out laughing and the guy he was flushed a deep shade of red.
"Kieran, this is Miah, my best friend," James said giggling, exchanging glances between me and Kieran. Obviously this was extremely funny to him.
Kieran turned to me, gave me an awkward "Please don't tell anyone" smile and rushed out of the bathroom.
"Ugh don't mind him he's still in his denial stages" James huffed turning to the mirror and fixing his hair. James had a thing for straight boys. I honestly didn't know why. Straight boys are so gross and lack seriously in the hygiene and pleasure department, he said it's something about them being forbidden that turns him on.
"James,"
"Hm?"
"Could you help me? I've got cake all over me," I said softly, trying to steer the conversation away from James' confusing sexual identity.
"Girl, what the fuck happened to you?"
"I- I fell," I said looking down at my trainers. James went silent for a moment that burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
"BITCH I KNOW I SAW"
I glared at him.
"IN FRONT OF JONAH FUCKING KNIGHT AS WELL" his laughter bounced around the marble bathroom piercing my ears
"James come on it's not that funny."
"OH BUT IT IS"
I sighed rolling my eyes at him and pushed past him to look at myself in the mirror, my mascara was running and my deep red lipstick was smudged. I took out some wipes and scrubbed till my face felt raw.
"Do I look okay?" I say spinning around to face him.
"Yes, OBVIOUSLY" he pushed me out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit corridor. We quickly pushed past all the couples occupying the space and entered the living room.
"Okay so I have to go meet someone upstairs" He said winking "Or even two people" he giggled.
My face heated up, he always knew how to make me uncomfortable. "If I'm not back in 30minutes find a ride home, kay bye love youuuu" He said, bolting up the stairs.
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30 minutes later
I sat awkwardly on one of the chairs and a drink in my hand, I scanned around the room observing everyone's behaviour. It wasn't hard to spot someone out of place, someone that wasn't enjoying themselves. Mainly because I was also suffering with that particular situation. I loved watching people, imaging how complex their life is. It makes me like an individual. Sometimes I view the world as one big mush of strangers and enemies, doing this makes me forget that we are all really similar. Regardless of our race, colour ethnicity. I swirled my drink around before placing it on the floor. I hate how I let myself get dragged to parties, raves and even once; an orgy spot. But I guess it's good for me. If it wasn't for James I'd be rotting away in my room. Studying, sleeping, procrastinating. REPEAT. Sometimes I imagine a life were I live somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Burning logs to keep myself warm, working on a series of sultry novels. Grinding my own coffee by hand.
I picked up my drink, which I had placed on the floor. I throw it back, as if it were alcohol. The strongest thing in this Coke zero is probably caffeine. I giggle to myself.
The room started swirling around. People were walking on the ceiling. Dancing on the windows. The once colourful flashing lights blended into a grayish brown colour. I felt myself swaying unable to hold myself upright. My eyelids felt like bricks. I slowly closed my eyes...
Black. Black carpet? No a car roof. I slowly turned my head. I saw two men, sitting in the front of a car, it was a very fancy car, it had a large almost TV like console. Like one in a Tesla. Maybe this is a tesla.
Maybe this is a kidnapping. I look at the window, the city's skyline zips past. Making my head hurt. I try to let out a word. But nothing comes out, my mouth is dry. One of the guys at the front looked back, He had blond hair and blue eyes, very nice blue eyes, like the ocean I guess. But everyone says that about blue eyes. I think theyre like Reese's pieces. If they were blue. Wow, how did I go from kidnapping to food. Maybe it's because I'm drunk, how could I be drunk...I don't drink...
Suddenly, the two guys get out. I feel myself being lifted up, and hauled over a very strong shoulder. The pavement turns to marble as we enter a very fancy apartment building.
I feel myself being thrown onto a very soft landing, a couch, maybe. The blond guy, props me upright and slides my dress over my head.
"Sorry."
