Love? - On Hold

Chapter | 2

Chapter | 2

Bang-bang!

A knocking at the door.

"Occupied,"I reply.

After looking for Bree for a good twenty minutes, I went to the kitchen to grab a cola and I went to the third floor, - I know, this place is huge - found a bathroom, locked myself inside to try and escape the riot going on downstairs, and to cool myself down.

I set my phone down on the counter. I turn on the tap and let it run for awhile before splashing my flushed skin to cool down. Also to calm my homicidal thoughts towards Bree.

I try calling, only to get her voicemail. Again.

When I find her she better have a good excuse for her absence.

Bang-bang!

Ugh!

I thought that going to the third floor would mean it would be vacant, or at least less crowded. But it seems there are more and more people than I expected up here. Every minute someone's knocking at the door.

But to be honest, I have been in this bathroom for a while now. I really should start looking for Bree again.

I open the door and make my way downstairs. I decided to try and call her again, hoping she would pick up this time.

Umm..., where the hell is my phone.

"No, no, no, no, no. Ugh! This can't be happening. I hate this stupid party," I groan. Receiving irritated stares from the other partygoers.

Well, I don't give a danm right now. All I want is to get my phone, find Bree then leave this place and go home.

I make my way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into people. My eyes blinded by determination. The only thing on my mind is finding my phone.

But the thing is I need my eyes to see.

Crash!

"Oof," grunt, falling to the floor. Or so I thought.

What?

Before falling I'd grabbed a hold of something to catch myself on. But what?

"Umm...," a deep, unfamiliar voice came from above me.

I look up.

My hands holding onto his broad shoulders, our chests close together, faces centimeters away. His curly, dark hair pushed back off his forehead, his grey - almost blue - eyes staring into mine. Dilating once more.

It's him again.

My knees become weak, his hands holding me tightly by the waist. Probably only to keep your clumsy ass from falling.

"Are you alright?," he asks.

Realizing I've been gawking at him, I blush profusely and quickly let go. Blushing even more at memory of the position you were in.

"Sorry," I mutter, finding it difficult to get my words out.

Before I could get a proper apology passed my lips, I find myself on the floor my drink spilt all over me. The cool liquid seeping through my clothes all the way to my skin.

I gaze up to find a girl standing over me. Her icy, blue eyes and fair skin contrasting with her dark hair made for a gorgeous yet intimidating combination.

With her hand out in front of her I assumed she was the one who had pushed me to the ground.

"Whoa, watch where you're going you clumsy ass bitch. And look what you did to his shoes," she practically screeched.

Me? You the one who pushed me. The reason I spilt my cola. Or do you not remember, you psycho.

Hooking her arms around his arm she pulled him away before I could get a word in edgewise.

Now sitting on the floor, by myself, I get more irritated by the second

* * *

I floop down into my bed face first. Grumbling into my pillow, I kick off my shoes.

I'd left the party, not even bothering to look for Sky. I hope she won't be mad I'd left without her. All I wanted was to leave that dreadful place. I'd taken the bus home using the last of the money I had on me. Luckily I hadn't lost that too.

But what I had lost my dignity and above that my phone. This was undoubtedly, the worst night of my life.

Not even bothering to change of my drenched, sticky clothesI lay on my bed. After a few minutes I bring my head up from the pillow, gazing at my up at my closet.

Uncomfortable, feeling the material sticking to my flesh, I change into my pajamas and take a seat at my desk.

Before this disastrous night I was working on a drawing.

Ironically it was a girl in despair. I entertained the thought that this drawing was a sign for me, maybe I could've avoided my terrible night.

I laugh.

Thirty minutes pass and I feel my eyes getting heavy. I try to hold out but my drowsiness and emotional distress hit me like a ton of bricks. And before I knew it I was out.

My dreams fueled by the events of tonight.

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Today's music obsession, Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur.

Favorite book: Wattpad or published

The GONE series by Michael Grant.

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