Bad Reputation (Camila/You)

Chapter 10

Your POV

Okay, this is reminding me of the exact reason why I don't like parties. 

I stared at the room full of people in front of me. It really felt like the entire school was invited to this party of something. Just... the number of people in this house right now is abnormal. And like, with all these people in here now, it's making it seem like Camila's house looks super small but in reality, she lives in a mansion. There's barely even any space left now, what the fuck.

Hesitatingly, I walked a little bit further inside the house and tried to push through the sea of people. What also was amazing is that these kids are supposed to be underaged, and what I'm smelling right now doesn't exactly belong to their age group. 

How in the right mindset would Camila even think to host a party like this? From how I know her, this just seems so unusual. 

After a lot of struggle, I managed to find my way to the kitchen. I figured that if I was planning to stick at this party for longer than 5 minutes, I'd probably need some alcohol in me first. And this place already reeked of alcohol when I came in, so surely there had to be some in the kitchen. 

"Hey Y/N," I heard someone call out from behind. It was surprising that I was even able to hear her voice over the loud music. 

I spun around and almost crashed straight into Camila. I quickly took a step back as I raised my eyebrows at her. "Hi," I breathed out.

Camila flung her arms me and pulled me close. The alcohol was radiating out of her, and damn... she must have drunk a lot. I felt her giggling against my neck before she leaned back to place a kiss on my cheek. "I'm so glad you came."

I pulled away from her and raised my eyebrows a little. "Yup."

She went to the drink table and poured herself, what I assume to be, liquor and downed it in one go. She cringed at the taste but it didn't seem to bother her that much, seeing that she's grabbing another cup and drinking that too.

I... don't really think those alcohol are gonna mix well in her stomach.

"Hey, hey, maybe you should go easy with that," I finally intercepted as she reached for another cup. 

Camila looked down on where my hand met hers. I quickly jerked my hand back, thinking I made her uncomfortable or anything, but instead, she reached forward and grabbed my hand again. "Wanna join in for a game?" she asked. 

Before I even had the chance to ask what the game is, she's already dragged me out of the kitchen to wherever else this game might be taking place. I wanted to ask her about it, because... can I really trust what dumb games some high schoolers have cooked up with? 

After a lot of pushing and shoving around, we found ourselves in the middle of the hallway on the second floor, and we weren't the only ones there. 

"Couldn't you take longer to get a refill," one of the guys said to Camila with an eye roll. Can't really say I know him, but he definitely looked familiar, and same with everyone else here. 

Camila wrapped an arm around my neck and smiled. "Well, I found another person to join," she told the group, tugging me closer to her. 

I just gave everyone a small wave before I turned to whisper to her. "Do I even wanna know what I've gotten myself into?"

"Seven minutes in heaven," she whispered back. 

Oh, great. 

I pulled on Camila's sleeve to tell her that there's no way I'm joining, but she just reassured me that it's gonna be fine. She picked up one of the pieces of paper and a pen and pretended to write something down on it before throwing it in the cap with all the other folded little notes. I'm just gonna guess that all the other ones are supposed to have names on it, and she just supposedly had written my name and thrown it in the bunch too.