Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 15

A couple more minutes of small talk passed.
"There he is, the man of the hour" Olly cheered pointing to the figure in the distance.
"Missed me" It was Carson, he smirked, stumbling towards us, and throwing himself between me and Roman.
"Hey there princess" he joked.
"I'm not your princess" I spoke rolling my eyes, is this some kind of nickname going around?
"Oh you know Aria?" Roman asked.
"Yeah you could say that" Carson smirked turning to me and blowing an air kiss towards me.
"I'm going to go get a drink" I spoke as I stood up and went to the bar, I don't like being spoken about, hopefully being out of their eye line will make them all forget I exist.
"Arii, where have you been" I turned around to see Leona stumbling towards me yelling my name.
"I was in the living room" I giggled, trying to hold her up, she's a definite light weight, I've had 15drinks and I'm still standing.
"Well lets go for a swim, come on!" Before I could intervene she grabbed me and dragged me to the pool.
It was filled with people, getting in that pool would be a definite hazard, who knows what these drunks have done in the water.
"Strip already, lemmi see that cute booty of yours" Leona demanded jokingly as she began taking her shoes and dress off.
"Leona your not wearing a bra" I urged, is this girl crazy?!
"Ari...Ari...Ari, just relax" she babbled as she completely slipped of her dress and jumped into the water...naked, at least she has some underwear on.
"Get in you bitch" she squealed.
Well, you only live once. I unzipped my dress and dove in, the water was warm and cold at the same time, it was almost soft...or not, it's probably the alcohol talking, I think I'm losing it.

Some time passed and we had a water fight and Leona made out with a couple boys...well more than a couple.
"I have to go piss" I yelled at Leona, I'd be surprised if she even heard me clearly over all the noise.
"But we just got in" she whined, it's not my fault I have the bladder of a squirrel.
I climbed out, but didn't bother putting my dress back on, my bra and underwear were solid black and 90% of the people here were half naked anyway.
I couldn't see a toilet anywhere on the floor I was on so I headed upstairs, it was a huge spiral staircase, I held onto the banister for dear life, I knew that at any moment the alcohol I just sipped could kick in and make me stumble over the banister...and die, and as lovely as that sounds it's not my time to go yet.
You'd think in a mansion as big as this there would be a toilet somewhere in sight.
As I was looking something caught my eye, one room had its door half open and red light peeked out.
My curiosity took over and I crept into the room and closed the door behind me, to my disappointment it was just a bedroom...Carson's I'm assuming.
A king bed in the centre, grey walls, posters pinned everywhere...pretty much the most stereotypical teenage bedroom...just like a hundred times bigger.
I was going to exit but then I had the sudden urge to lie on the bed, I fumbled over and lay down, honestly I've never laid on something so comfortable, it was warm and comfy, my room's always cold and dull...I don't think I've had a good nights sleep in years.
The drunk part of me was urging me to close my eyes, and I let it take over.
My vision began blurring and my eyes slowly closed...
A couple seconds later and I was out cold.