UNEXPECTED

Chapter 12

song for this chapter

LOVERS - Anna of the North
Heartlines - Broods

It is Sunday. Coming week will be Exams Week. I used to love Exam Week. Now I hate it. 

A few years ago I would have woken up at 7 am on the day before and literally studied the whole day. However, a lot of things have changed since then and so has my routine, which looks a bit different now. Today I woke up at 12 am, studied a bit so that I won't fail the exam completely and then started to get ready for a party I'm planning to attend. I used to hate parties. Now I like them.

I'm sorry for all these comparisons but it is just hilarious how much my mindset has changed. It's like I don't care about anything anymore and nothing really matters to me.

I haven't answered Greg's and Allie's calls in days and to be honest I don't plan on either. I just need some time off. I need those parties. What is kinda funny because I never drank alcohol in the past, I was always one of the ones that voluntarily stayed home instead of going out to a bar.

I take my purse and walk outside, where a cab, which i ordered twenty minutes ago is already waiting for me.

As I entry the car I tell the uber driver to drive to a location, a club outside the city, which I precisely chose so that I won't stumble upon common faces.

It takes about twenty minutes till we arrive, I give the driver his cash and step outside of the car, looking at the location. I've never been here before, there's a big sign in front of the entry which says  for all people over 18 and I'm still 17, but oh well who even cares. The last times they did not even check my personal ID.

A few hours later I am inside, dancing to the loud blasting music and moving my hips to the rhythm. My wavy hair flies around every time I spin, and I feel the Chanel perfume, which I put on, slowly melting and dripping down my neck. I met a group of people when I came here early in the evening and one guy- I think his his name is Josh- seems to be really interested in me. He just keeps staring at me while I'm dancing and talking to the other girls.

"It is hot in here isn't it?" one of the girls asks and it is like the heat in the room just hits me all at once and makes it difficult for me to breathe.

However, the hot air in here is not even my biggest concern.

I am intoxicated as hell but still holding on to my glass of champagne in my left hand, not even thinking about stopping to drink. I drink the rest of the liquor then turn around and make my way to the toilets. On my way there I see a girl who looks familiar to me but in this state of mind I can't even think clearly so I just quickly wave to her and stumble into the toilet, where I lock myself in a room.

About twenty minutes later, when I have vomited everything toxic out of my body I hear someone knocking on my door.

"Ava! Open the door- right now!"

"Who is that?" I slur confused while trying to wipe the red lipstick off with my hand. Ew why did I even choose red? It doesn't even come off.

"It's Timothée"

No it can't be.

No it can't- I stand up and fling the door open.

He is just standing there. Standing there and staring at the ceiling, having both of his hands in his pockets. Looking as perfect as he always does.

Did I say perfect? What the-?

"What are you doing here?"

I step forward and when he holds his arm out to support me, I push him back, and roll my eyes.