i hate you | l.h

three

the directions on the invitation took us to a large wealthy neighborhood similar to mine whose streets were lined with looming houses with large glass windows and luxurious cars perched in their looming driveways.

some, i could see, had pools in their gated backyards, and i wanted to desperately jump into one instead of showing up at the party. the humid hair stuck to my large amounts of exposed skin, and i could practically feel my hair turning frizzier by the second.

naively, there was a small part of me that hoped that this party was a small get together but as we neared the house on the invitation, that hope was diminished immediately.

the house was covered with a bunch of lights and there was an overwhelming amount of cars on the street since it got too crowded on the driveway.

by the time we found a parking space, i had seen two guys running out of the house to hurl whatever they had consumed earlier into the front bushes.

"lydia, this place looks so-" said molly as her eyes were wandering back and forth of the scene.

"crazy, hectic? yeah i know. maybe we shouldn't have come here." i rambled, trying to find any excuse to get out of there.

molly tore her gaze away from the front door and then looked at me as if i were insane, "you're kidding me, right? this may be the party of the year and you want to bail?"

"i mean, don't you wanna think this through? we haven't even decided who's going to stay sober to drive us home." i protested weakly.

"oh my god, just get out of the goddamn car before i shove you out." molly yelled as she got out of the car. i followed, slamming the car door, the noise echoing.

"let's go," she said, mounting the steps with a determined stride. i followed. before her hand could even push the door open, it flew open, causing both of us to jolt backwards, startled.

a slender girl was standing in the doorway regarded us curiously. it was molly who recovered herself first, flashing a brilliant smile. "abby? abby wynn?"

"yeah! come inside!" she opened the door further, giving us room to walk in.

when we got inside, there were so many people i almost felt like the walls were caving in and i was positive i was not claustrophobic. everywhere i looked, all i could see were sweaty teenage bodies dancing, shouting to the sound of music blaring through the speakers.

i balanced myself on the hand railing of the staircase, which wasn't a good idea, since there was a sticky beer like substance on it. molly looked at me sympathetically and offered the jacket she had taken off for me to wipe my hand off on.

"gross," she made a face. "well, i'm going to go find a cute boy to flirt with for the night. i'll text you, later!" she was swallowed into the crowd, and i was now standing there, alone.

then, i found myself stumbling down the basement steps, since it seemed quieter. i needed quiet.
                                                                        the basement was huge and had random pieces of furniture scattered as if the family was still deciding whether or not to use it. the walls were decorated with christmas lights, which were mostly the source of light in the room.

an olive skinned girl in a metallic bustier was ranging drinks along the bar in tall, harshly colored glasses. there were other people sparsely standing, having a conversation, and showing an insane amount of pda.

i fell onto the stool behind the makeshift bar with a giant sigh. propping my chin onto my hand, i looked at him from underneath my lashes. "give me whatever you have. i'm not about to be sober at this hell."

"tequila?" the guy asked. i shrugged, so he slid across the wooden counter, a shot of tequila with a lime on the side.

i picked it up, lifting the shot glass to my lips. i tilted my head back and swallowed the liquid, coughing as it burned down my throat. the bartender tapped my shoulder right after, "somebody wants you to have another drink."

"no thanks," my body was not the best at holding it's alcohol and one more drink would probably get me into a severe intoxicated state. "i'm leaving,"

before i could even make it to the staircase, somebody yelled my name.
                                                                           "lydia donahue!" the deep, booming voice belonged to a boy named brandon that i had met earlier this year. his voice indicated that he definitely wasn't sober. he leveled a trembling finger at me, crooking it to get me to come closer.
                                                                      when he crossed his arms, his t-shirt rode up, showing a strip of flat tanned stomach. i merely rolled my eyes, but still slowly walked over towards him. "hello, brandon."

he stepped closer to me, the smell of beer overwhelming my senses, and i stepped backwards instinctively. "a babe like you shouldn't be alone," his eyes lazily traveled up and down my body, and raised his dark eyebrows inquisitively.

"a babe like me doesn't need a boy to be happy at a party, thank you very much." i scoffed, the noise of impatience causing brandon's expression to change.

there was a small silence. finally, he let his mouth turn up at the corner. his smile was bitter. "trust me, we'll both be happier after-"

"i believe that the girl said no," a familiar australian accent interrupted him abruptly. i swore under my breath. oh god no.

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