the hamptons | t.chalamet

13

i haven't been able to hear myself think for the past three hours.

the party is in full swing and the club is packed with people. most i recognize from school or up the hill but a good portion of the kids here are very clearly from town.

i look at all the bodies dancing and the crowd looks like one big mass moving around. they've already finished two entire kegs and i watch a group of boys next to me cheer while doing a line of shots.

i think i'm the only sober person here. i even saw the bartenders take a few shots behind the counter. can't blame them. if i didn't drive here and if i wasn't worried about xavier and if my liver wasn't fragile then i would totally be drinking.

my single glass of water stares back at me pitifully.

"caerus!"

i turn around at the sound of my name being yelled over the thumping music.

xavier stumbles towards me and i have to reach out to keep him from face planting straight into the bar top.

"why are you here by yourself?" he slurs.

he's completely smashed. the designer dress shirt he arrived in wreaks of smells i can't even name. it's definitely not just alcohol and the way his eyes are half open and bright red confirms that.

"are you having fun?" i ask sweetly, avoiding the question.

there's really no point in trying to converse with him like this.

he nods like a bobble head. he leans in and tries to kiss me but ends up missing and pressing a sloppy kiss to my ear instead.

"dance with me, baby!"

"that's okay. go have fun." i say and try to direct him back to the center of the party.

he pouts and uses his hands to move my legs so he can stand in between them. "pretty please, pretty girl?"

his hands stay on my thighs and even in his drunken state, he has no problem finding the hem of my dress and slinking under it.

"not here, xav." i gently take his wrists and move them off me.

"but it's my birthday!" he whines and easily puts his hands back to where they were.

"luke is looking for you, babe." i lie and look over his shoulder at the crowd.

he shakes his head and nearly falls over in the process. "i don't want luke. i want you."

i sigh to myself and more forcefully this time, push him away from me. "go have fun, xavier."

he frowns but he must be getting tired of me because he steps backwards. "i'll come find you later." and with that, the crowd swallows him and he disappears back into the mass.

i turn back to the bar top and massage my temples for a few seconds.

i just want to be in bed. anywhere but here really.

no one would even notice if i left right now.

last time i saw gen, she was going outside with some of the townies for a smoke and xavier clearly won't remember anything.

but i can't leave xavier here because he needs a ride home and none of his friends are sober enough to even find the exit. plus, if either of our parents found out i ditched him here, i'd never hear the end of how shitty of a girlfriend i am. i'm hoping he'll be passed out so i can just put him in my car and drive him back peacefully.

"hey." another voice on my left speaks up.

i groan. why can't i just get two seconds of peace here?