Apathetic |[D.S]| 1

25. i never liked you is a lie

I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice
By once or twice I mean maybe a couple of hundred times
So let me, oh let me redeem, oh redeem, oh myself tonight
'Cause I just need one more shot at second chances
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Lou's POV

"Party time! Buckle up, bitches!" Tate smiles as Porter and I get in the car. I invited Porter over for the weekend. He wanted to go to the party when he found out it was Friday night and he decided to come earlier.

It's been a week since Daniel and I went to Freddy's. We're texting often at two a.m. usually editing some photos for photography and art. What can I say the inspiration always pops up during the night or it's just neither of us can sleep.

Insomnia's a bitch.

It still hasn't really hit me that we're dating. I haven't told anyone. Not even Kayla or Porter. They both know something is up with Daniel and me, they just don't really know the details.

I pull the cuffs of my black cropped zip-up sweatshirt on my hands so they cover my knuckles. I really don't want to be here. This place gives me bad vibes and bad memories. There's so much that I'm worrying about right now when this party is meant for letting things go.

I have to talk to Porter about his sexuality, that's the reason he's here for the weekend. He wanted to talk to me and we're starting our weekend off by getting drunk and partying. I have to read three books this week for literature. There's so much pressure bottling up inside me.

At least this outfit is making me feel more comfortable than any of the other times I've been here. A nice cropped black zip-up sweatshirt, a white cropped spaghetti strap underneath, some black leggings and these cool Nike airs that have chains where the laces should be. I'm destined to get them ruined and will probably cry if I do, but I think they make my outfit something more.

I feel Porter's hand creep its way into my thigh and I turn to look at him. He mouths are you okay and I simply nod and mouth back that I'm just thinking. He gives my leg a nice squeeze before the car stops and he helps me out of the car.

I interlock hands with him as we walk up the steps where the loud blaring music is playing and the highly toxic smell of alcohol is pounding into my nostrils.

"Maybe we should just go back in the car," I say when we reach the top of the stairs to the doorway. The black painted door wide open, allowing me to see everything.

Beer pong. Plastic cups. The mini-stage for singing and dancing. The microphone with a stand. The disco lights set up and the checkerboard flooring. The loud ass speakers on each side of it. I try and let go of Porter's hand so I can make my way back into the car but he tugs back making me hit his chest.

"Ahhh ahh ahh," Porter pulls my hood over my face, straightening my hair out, "Come on, just a few hours." He pleads giving my right hand a gentle squeeze.

"Ughhhh," I groan as Porter pulls me into the house and I stumble almost falling onto my face as Porter let's go of my hand and I ram into someone's chest.

"Hey watch where you're- Lou? Hey, you okay?" I feel palms get placed under mine as my eyes look at my shoes and my grasp onto this guy's fingers are tight while I straighten up.

"Hey, Jagger! Sorry, Porter is just playing around I'm fine," I give him a light smile before picking his drink up off the floor that somehow landed perfectly fine.

"See you 'round!" He takes another swig out of the cup before walking past me to get outside for some fresh air. I want to go with him and get the hell out of here but Porter's right.