Paper Boat

C1: Shit! He was real!

CHAPTER 1: SHIT! HE WAS REAL!

The strong stench of various disgusting liquor and musty smell of cigarette smoke enveloping the air practically reeks off badly through my nostrils.

Even the mix of sweat and vomit hang steadily in the atmosphere triggering me to spew out the contents in my belly.

Tsk. Typical high school parties.

Making a face was the least I could do when in all honesty I wanted to took off running and forget I even step my foot in here.

Shameless teenagers are scattered in a tight space of what looks like a living room grinding with each other’s asses.

I cringe.

I’m not into the field of art of dancing but it seriously isn’t much called dancing. They’re more like ‘publicly showing their lack of self-control’ in a form of jazz.

For sure, half of them don’t even know who they are mingling with. Mingling wasn’t the right term because it requires barely body movements which cause them to be rather impulsive if not stupid.

The kitchen area was the same as the living room where people are congested like a tuna in a can as if it was the safest haven. The only difference was that they had been doing an idiotic attempt of drinking their liver to death.

I wonder how they can swallow too much acid in just one night and then decided to do it on a regular basis without turning into liquid.

I mean if our body was consisting of 70% of water and then we started to drink another 30% could we’ve been turn into some fluid mineral?

No?

Well, I thought it could help the science institute to have a mind-blowing theory of human turning into H2O by drinking too much liquid that wasn’t necessary.

And here I thought I was smart.

The lawn area was much less crowded if it wasn’t only with idiots playing beer pong and couples sucking each other faces.

I swear I even saw a couple rolling on the grass shamelessly without worrying if there has been a dog poo. That would be kind of an uproarious scene but disgusting at the same time.

As I continuously observe the havoc around me, I can’t help but wince or gag at every sight of girls – who wore an eight-year old girl sized dressed – making out with some random dude.

Like seriously they are every corner of the room. It was an annoying sight to see when my head was picturing them as the face of my boyfriend and my best friend.

It was devastatingly frustrating.

I let Lily – my other best friend drag me here to forget or ‘have fun’ she says but I know it was an impossible thing to do when you’re the one who caught them getting it on.

Vivid images in my head.

I’m confused how in just mere seconds of staying here I already made clear that I regret going.

I can’t convince myself to just forget about it by attending a party and drink uncontrollably to stop drowning myself from tears.

Funny, because I didn’t even cry.

I’m not sad to let myself cry over some cheating bastard. I’m just plain disappointed in the both of them for hurting me. I really thought he’d change but who am I kidding? I don’t have an extraordinary power to make him a better person.