The Girl With Many Names

▪︎ Chapter Fourteen ▪︎

Warning: Cringeworthy moment up ahead 😂♡

Just as I was about to look away, he looked in my direction and we made eye contact.

A smile lit up his face as he started to walk over.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming for this party" He stated on getting to me.

"Neither did I, until recess today" I replied, still sipping my drink, with a smile on my face. For some reason, I was really excited to see him.

"Clover made me come here with her. Thomas invited her" I informed him.

"Really? Freeze and Clover?" He asked shocked.

"Yeah" I replied chuckling as I felt a sting in my head. Ow. Okay what was that?

"Wow, okay" he said "so where are they now?"

"Somewhere around, I don't know" I shrugged as I felt the sting again. What's happening?

"You could've texted me when you were left alone you know" he said "it's not safe for you to be all by yourself in here. All types of people come to Thomas' parties. Ranging from high school students to college guys to junkies"

"Oh wow, I didn't know that and even if I did, I wouldn't want to disturb you" I replied, starting to slur a little. Aw come  on, my drink wasn't even spiked.

"You could never -" he started to say but stopped "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am" I replied "my head just stings a little, oh and wait, you have two heads now? Woah, how'd you do that?"

"Shit, what are you drinking?" He asked, taking the cup from me.

"Oh just fruit punch from the fruit punch bowl, all the way over there" I said pointing over at the bowl.

"Shit" he cursed.

"What is it?" I asked pouting.

"It's spiked Dani" he said.

"That's not true, I tasted it to be sure it wasn't spiked before starting to drink it" I informed him.

"Thomas always spikes the punch at his parties but he uses a special type of vodka. It has no taste when mixed" he replied.

"Ohhhh, my bad. How would I have known?" I asked, hicupping.

"You would have, if you had just called me" he replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I giggled.

"Is this your first time drinking?" He asked.

"No, but I don't drink" I said, still giggling.

"Come on, let's get you a bottle of water to drink" he said, putting my jacket over my shoulders then dragging me up from the couch and putting a hand on my back to steady me "Luckily, you haven't had too much of the punch, so a bottle of water should sober you up in a little while"

Sure, I hadn't had too much but I've had enough to lower my inhibitions, because now I wanted to dance. I never dance. At least not anywhere that wasn't my bathroom or my bedroom.

"No, I want to dance" I said trying to get to the dance floor.

"No, you're inebriated right now, you can dance later" he refused.

"I'm not abbreviated or whatever you said, I just want to dance" I whined.

"No Dani, we need to get you a bottle of water first" he said, a wide grin slipping onto his face. What was so funny?