The One

The One (29)

~ Felicia Harrison ~

"Steve?" I asked.

His face was passive, without any hint of an emotion, as though he was spacing out.

"Steve? Hello?" I tried again.

I shook his shoulders roughly. "Earth to Steve!" I yelled.

He woke up from his trance, looking all around him. "Huh? What? What happened?"

I laughed and pinched his cheeks. "You were spacing out," I informed him.

"Oh... Was I?" he said, before daydreaming again.

I snapped my fingers in front of him. "Hello? You've been acting weird all day long!"

He suddenly stood up, shaking his head. "I can't do this," he muttered.

"Do what? What can't you do?" I asked.

He walked out of the room slamming the door, not bothering to answer me.

Well, that was weird.

I stared at the door, confused. What was happening to him?

I sighed and went out too, going off to the twins to play or something. They were talking about going off to a party...

Yep, a party was just exactly what I needed to keep my mind off Steve now.

~*~*~*~

The music blasted in my ears, the beat thumping in my chest as I sipped on my drink. I had no idea where I was, or whose party it was. All I know is that the twins dragged me here.

The bartender gave me another drink, which consisted of vodka, lime and cranberry juice, Triple Sec and some champagne. The twins said it was officially the best cocktail ever made.

Speaking of the twins...

Where on earth are they?

I looked around the hall, clutching at my plastic cup. I couldn't see them at all. I started to head up the stairs when I felt someone grope my ass.

"Hey babe, why so lonely?" a stranger purred. His breath smelled of alcohol and I sighed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm kinda busy right now..." I said, trying to pry his hands off me.

But drunk people have a reputation of not listening to you.

"Cmon, don't be so shy. I can show you a good time," he said, his grip tightening on my butt.

Instinctively, I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," I hissed.

"Ooh, a little touchy are we?" he smirked.

I grit my teeth, reminding that he was drunk and drunk people did not deserve to wake up in the morning with a hangover and wondering why they have a black eye.

Ignoring him, I made my way for the stairs when a flash of movement caught my eye.

I turned around and gasped.

Steve.

My eyes widened as I realised that he was slumped in a corner, a bottle of Tequilla in his hand. In his other hand was... another girl's ass.

I could feel my heart crumbling as I watched Steve kiss that girl in his arms hungrily, as though there was no tomorrow. Tears involuntarily came to my eyes.

Why wasn't he pushing her away?

I blinked, once, twice, trying to keep my tears in my lids. My lips started to quiver. I could hear the drunk's voice vaguely, saying, "Shit, I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore."