Mini Foley- Back- book2

5. Sober

With everyone being back, of course a party was going to happen. And me being...well, me I decided why not go and let loose?

I hadn't dressed up this time though, I'm going to be honest I was hoping to get absolutely trashed and a dress wouldn't look to pretty by the end. I wore an oversized shirt with long shorts and trainers, my hair up in a messy ponytail. I carried my phone and a few joints in my bag.

I got to the strangers house and was invited in of course. I made my way past all the teenagers and got to the drinks, picking up a freshly poured beer. I turned around and slammed into someone, my drink slightly spilling on my shirt. "Watch it!" I said, looking up.

Of course it hand to be Monty. Just my luck. "Shit, Angie I'm sorry. I couldn't see you down there." He joked, smirking as usual. I let out a fake laugh and looked him dead in the eye, no emotion on my face. "Your humour blows my mind Monty, did you think of that all by yourself?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact I did, you're welcome. I'm sorry but what the fuck is going on with your outfit, are you like trans now or something?" He chuckled, looking me up and down. I flipped him off. "I'm gonna give you an A for effort. No I'm not trans, I'm just wearing something comfortable." I replied.

He bit his lip and whispered into my ear "I bet You'd be a lot more comfortable and cooler, if you were wearing a little less." His breath sent shivers down my spine. He knew it too. That effect, he still had on me. I could feel my legs loosen as I cleared my throat and put my cup down behind me.

I didn't even look him in the face, I just grabbed Montys arm and pulled him up the stairs into an empty room. I threw him onto a bed, him looking slightly startled. Sitting up, He smiled and licked his lips as I straddled him. His hands immediately went to my waist, under my shirt.

"I think I might take your advice." I stated, pulling off my shirt. "It's much better without this stupid shirt on." I added. He chuckled and let his hands roam my body. "See? I'm really smart sometimes." He replied with a wink. The alone was enough to make me go crazy. I crashed my lips onto his, him lowering onto his back.

His hands went into my shorts, pulling them down a bit. One of my hands held his neck and the other kept me up at my side. The kiss soon turned a bit more aggressive and rough, him kissing my jaw and neck. I felt him slip his hand into my underwear, my breath hitching.
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I walked out of the room with my hair a mess, my neck full of red and purpled spots, my bottom half aching and a few purple bruises on my waist. Perfect. I grabbed a bottle of vodka from a shelf, it was only a quarter full anyways, and started to chug it like water. I finished it in a few seconds and groaned a bit at my burning throat.

I threw the bottle in the bin and walked outside, where I found a massive pool. "Angie fucking Foley, should've known you'd be here!" I heard from behind me. I turned around and froze.

"Bryce, hey." I greeted, clearing my throat. "It's been a while, Juvy did you a favour!" He joked, walking to my side. I sat down, putting my feet in the water. "Don't even remind me." I scoffed, confused as to why I was even conversating with him after everything that happend.

"So what did they catch you with? Just weed or-" I cut him off. "Oxy." I mumbled. He let out a small chuckle. "Like brother like sister." He said, taking a sip of his drink. I stood up and pushed him back, almost falling over. The effects of the alcohol was kicking in.

"What the fuck?!" Bryce shouted, falling to thr floor. Peopled started to notice what was happening and took their phones out, recording everything. "Don't you ever say shit about Justin you fucking creep!" I yelled back, attracting more and more attention. "What the fuck are you gonna do? You're a chick I can't touch you." He told me.

I burst out into laughter "Oh you've touched a lot of girls Brycey, but we both already know about that." I walked off, pushing past him and back into the house where I once again bumped into Monty. This time I fell back and must have blacked out as I found myself being carried away.
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I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I opened my eyes in a panick and looked around the room, sitting up. I knew exactly where I was, and I didn't want to be here. I heard a groan at my side and someone turned over, revealing their face. "Morning princess, you slep okay?" Monty asked with the most smug asshole look on his face ever.

"Fuck you." I replied, sighing and pulling the duvet off my body. I was in one of Montys shirts...fantastic. I suddenly felt and arm around me and I was pulled to Montgomery's side. "Please Don't leave yet!" He begged, holding me tight. I was usually grumpy in the mornings and this headache didn't help.

"Monty...we can't be doing this, we're not together." I whispered as I tried to gently squirm away. "Fuck, this is what I don't understand. Why aren't we together? You're back and you're okay now, right? So there's no reason for us to not be a thing again." He explained, making me groan.

"Monty, you know why. Please, can we not do this now?" I asked, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't know why, tell me." He continued. I took a deep breath "because I'm not okay!" I said a little louder. I got up out of his bed and sat on the edge. He sat up too. "What the hell does that mean?" He continued.

I could feel myself heat up. "Monty, it means thag I'm not right for you...at least not now so Please just fucking drop it!" I shouted, realising afterwards how silent the room actually was. He huffed "Just go."

I grabbed my things and got dressed as quick as possible. "Be good to yourself Mont." I told him before walking out of his room and out of his house. It was pouring rain and I was soaked by the time I got 'home'.