How the hell did I end up here?
In this situation?
The loud, blaring music was almost deafening. The smell of cigarette smoke flows past me, making me gag a little on my own breath. The distinct whiff of alcohol was as plain as day. I try cutting my way through the large crowd of crazy dancing people. I'm constantly shoved, pushed in every direction.
"Holland?" I call into the crowd, searching frantically over each individual within the large crowd. Everyone was pushed against each other, dancing with the beat of the music that blared over the house. Some were draped over a "friend" of the opposite sex, being controlled by the demeaning thoughts of alcohol. "Holland, where are you?"
No response. Where the hell did she go? I just saw her here a second ago.
"Holland!?" I yell a little louder, but I could barely hear myself over the music. Everyone around me is lost in the daze of alcohol and drugs.
Where the hell am I? Why did I agree to this?
"Hey, Raine!" I hear a voice rushing over to me. I feel a hand grasp my arm, pulling me back to face Dean. His almost weirdly flawless brown hair is swiped cleanly upon his head. Honestly, it kind of looks like he's trying to be that guy from Twilight. Edward, I think.
"Hi, how do you know who I am?" I ask, suddenly confused by him calling my name.
"Holland," he simply says. "She's told me a lot about you."
"Speaking of Holland, do you know where she is?" I ask, my eyes still scanning over the people dancing.
"No, I haven't. Sorry," he responds easily.
"If I see her, will you tell her I'm looking for her," I respond, getting ready to walk away from him to continue on my own search. He catches my arm, pulling me back.
"I will. Hey, do you want something to drink?" he asks me, looking at me with his oddly colored blue eyes. They seemed...fake.
"No, I'm good," I respond, turning my head to prepare to leave again.
"Aw, c'mon," Dean says. "You came to a party. Parties are meant to have fun."
"Um...I don't-" I was saying until Dean hands me a red solo cup.
"I insist." Dean shoots me a white toothed smile. I glance down into the cup, seeing that it was a red substance, probably punch spiked with vodka. "Let loose a little."
What was he talking about?
I shrugged, knowing that letting loose and forgetting everything that's been released into my life could go away if I take a sip. Alcohol is said to do that - take your feelings away and mask them with a sensation of happiness along with no worries. I take down whatever was in the cup, feeling the substance burn as it travels down my throat.
"That was..."
"Good," Dean finished my sentence.
"I was going to say strong."
"But good, right?" Dean gives me a excited grin.
"Sure," I raise an eyebrow as Dean hands me another drink. He holds one in his hand, both taking a drink of the substance in unison.
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Raine Walker
Mystery / Thriller[Being Edited] "Why me?" I groan, feeling myself fall towards Scott. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him as I bury my face into his muscular chest. The constant thought of being in danger bothers the hell out of me. It's a constant...
