✲Through the Blinds✲{Itachi Uchiha}

✦07✧

“Well [Name], you’re awfully clingy to me today.”

She sent him a glare, pouting as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Shut up, Vin; you’re my last resort and safest to be around at the moment.”

See, it’s not that [Name] chose to stick to Vin’s side at the party, but because she literally had no other choice. Let’s rewind to how she ended up with this guy.

First of all, she didn’t even know that this party would take place at an actual frat house until last minute.  Perhaps she forgot what a college party was like, because the one where she was at now was definitely no ‘get-together’. 

Secondly, the moment Leah and Annie—who were already pre-tipsy—entered the front door of the house, they instantly got lost in the crowds of people; thus [Name]—who was too busy gaping at the many levels of crazy going on inside the house—was left behind to take on the crowds on her own and battled her way inside: dodging incoming drunkards, ducking under two guys who were high-fiving each other and twirled through the heat of grinding bodies just so she could end up taking refuge behind the kitchen island. Luckily, [Name] decided to keep on her flats instead of heels, or else she’d have very sore ankles.

She saw everything she feared would happen: beer pong, mosh pit of people dancing to music loud enough to summon the police and the scent of slight alcohol and smoke roamed in the air. [Name] looked like a lost puppy; she stuck out like a sore thumb as she was probably the only sober person in the entire house.

She’d grumble and grouch whenever she’d get shoved around by the swarm of people. This environment was too overwhelming that she was afraid to move from her spot. Now she really regretted coming…

[Name] would be the one standing on the balls of her feet as she tried overlooking the herds of bobbing heads for any sign of the two girls who dragged her here in leather pants and a print top that revealed more skin than she wanted. Originally she planned on wearing ripped-styled jeans and a dressy chiffon top—a comfortable and safe outfit—but according to Leah, it wasn’t “fashionable for a frat house.” Frankly, that “fashionable” outfit just wasn’t ideal for her after discretely picking out the third wedgie those pants gave her.

‘The party is also a way of thanking me for helping them study, my ass!’ That’s what she remembered thinking before taking her chances and decided to look for the two girls. And as she turned the corner of the kitchen, she bumped into what seemed to be a brick wall because she bounced back way more than the person she bumped into.

“So you actually came.” And that is how she ended up next to Vin for the rest of the time she planned on staying… Though it was surprising that he was exceptionally ‘sober’.

“Here, drink this.” Vin held out a red party cup to [Name], but she held up her palm in a ‘No’.

“Thanks, but I’m not drinking.”

“Ok that’s total bullshit,” he countered, snorting. “[Name], you’ve been looking at my drink for a while now. I’m pretty sure you want to.”

She turned away momentarily, not realizing she was actually staring. “I’ll admit I want to, but I prefer not to drink.” Though she desperately wanted to drink whatever there was in that cup, Itachi’s words poked at her mind.

“Why, are you a dangerous drunk?” Vin leaned down in interest, smirking.

She quirked a brow at him. Heh, you have no idea. “I guess it depends on how strong the drink is.”

“This isn’t strong at all,” Vin defended the twirling the cup in his hand. “I’ve had three of these and feel nothing.”

[Name] was fixed on the cup that’s supposed to be hers and swallowed down the knot in her throat. “Rea… really?”  I want it so bad… “No, no! I-I still can’t,” she stood her ground, though she couldn’t help but secretly side-glance.