Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 2.

[ Anna's POV ]

"We're finally here!" Jane shouts happily and jumps up in her seat.

I look up from my phone, which I was messing around with the whole ride to the party. I'm nervous to say the least, but Jane looks like a happy kid in a candy store. "Jane, you're still driving. EYES ON THE ROAD!" I yell and slap her arm.

We pull up at a beautiful house, and from what I can see, there's a lake behind it. I've never been to this house, it's probably one of their many houses they rent to people. Jason used to throw his parties at his apartment, but the last time it got too wild and his mom forbid the parties. She also made him move back to her penthouse and that's when his parents split up. 

I gape at the beautiful house. "Geez, look at all the people here. This place will be trashed."

The street is swarming with drunk people and cars. Two girls with red cups in their hand walk in front of Jane's car, one of them spills her drink on the hood of the car accidentally and I stifle a laugh, while Jane rolls her eyes.

"If he doesn't want the place to be trashed, he should've thrown this party at the beach," Jane unfastens her seatbelt and gets out of the car.

I follow her actions and hop out of the car. I'm immediately greeted with the warm summer wind and the smell of alcohol. I don't drink it that often, so I know that after one round of beer pong, I'm completely wasted. 

"Let's go party girl," I say to Jane as she grabs my hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just ignore him if he's being a dick," she flips her hair. Easier said than done, that boy can get a bitter man to love him. I wonder why I was so naive, dating him and thinking he wouldn't be messing around behind my back.

When we approach the door, it's already open, so I assume we can just walk through. The inside of the house is even more impressing than the outside, but I don't think people came here to see the beautiful furniture or the wall decorations. Which someone obviously forgot to take down, cause there are a couple of people heavily making out against the wall, the paintings almost falling down.

I immediately spot Jason in the corner of the huge livingroom with a brown haired girl on his arm. They're laughing and she's clinging onto him like she's afraid he'll walk away from her. I roll my eyes and turn around to look at Jane.

Jane sees my sour expression and chuckles. "Anna, come on. They're probably just friends. You broke up with him, remember?" Even though the last part is true, it still feels like shit to see him with other girls.

'Yeah, more like fuckbuddies," I scoff, obviously annoyed. Jane laughs and drags me by my arm, to a table full of liquor. "Let's get smashed then!"

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A few hours later, or maybe just two, I'm sitting on a white couch, looking at the crowd, trying to spot Jane. But it's no use, cause there are probably like two hundreds of people in here. Two hundreds? Okay, maybe like fifty. But there are more people outside, lying on the grass. Whose idea was it to have a white couch at a party, anyway?

I stand up and lean against the wall for support. After I drowned two shots of something I don't remember, I joined Jane in a game of beer pong. Which wasn't a good idea, obviously. I hobble my way down to the kitchen, where I see a guy around my age leaning against the counter with a red cup in his hand, talking to another boy who leaves seconds after I reach the sink. It surprises me that he's the only one in the kitchen, but then again, it's very hot inside. I fumble with a button on my shirt, trying to unbutton it, since I feel like I'm going to suffocate in here. I tried going outside, but the amount of people smoking made me come inside again. I can't stand that gross smell, even when I'm drunk.

 I struggle to reach a cup as the guy notices my presence, but still chooses to ignore me. Great. The only thing I'm worried about is finding a ride back home. 

"You know, it's not nice to ignore people," I let the words roll over my tongue. I'm never this outspoken usually. Oh, what alcohol does to me.

"Excuse me?" the guy turns his head to look me. Shit, why did I even say that? What if he is some guy with anger and temper problems? "Oh, uh, nevermind," I let out an awkward laugh and walk away quickly, ignoring my thirst, but of course, I decide to trip over the carpet and I land with my face on the floor. 

I hear the boy laughing and a pair of Nikes come closer. A few seconds later, the guy pulls me up by my shoulders. "Did you hurt yourself, sweetheart?" he chuckles and pulls my hair away from my face.

"Eh no, no I'm alright," I stutter. "But I should find my friend, she's my ride home. Or maybe not. She's probably even drunker than I am." I let out a nervous laugh again and the guy smirks. "Well, clumsy stranger. Do you have a name or should I keep calling you sweetheart? Since I'm about to take you home, of course."

I feel myself get even more warm and push out a laugh. "Thanks, I'm Anna. And you are?"

"Chris," the smug grin still present on his face, "Chris Collins."

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ]

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