Skittles ≫ a.i ☼

Part 3

The party doesn't get any better after my encounter with the mysterious boy with interesting hazel eyes. He seems to be appearing only life a lot more now. I should find him and get to know him. Or well at least his name would be good to know. 'Mysterious boy with interesting hazel eyes' is to long of a nick name for him.

I've still been sitting on the couch since he left over an hour ago. I've been quietly sipping from a bottle of beer. I decide to get up and find something better to do than just sit around getting buzzed.

I walk into the kitchen looking for 'the mysterious boy with interesting hazel eyes'. Yeah I totally need to find out his name. This nick name is way to long. I could come up with a new one but what's the point? This one is already stamped to his forehead. In literal terms of course.

I don't see the him there so I leave the kitchen but before I do I set down my now empty bottle of beer and grab a new one. Without paying much attention to what type it was. I opened it against the counter just popping open the cap. I take a sip and walk out.

I decide to go up the stairs to where all the room are. Maybe he's wandering around the halls. Or maybe he's in a room. But if he is I wouldn't want to find him there. I shudder at that thought. It's not fun at all to walk into someone.

A giggling girl with shorts and a crop top that both look a few sizes to small stumbles around the hall. I try and not get in her way but of course since this night is already bad enough she has to trip and crash into me. The beer spills all over my white blouse.

She latches onto my arm. "You're cute." She giggles.

Oh.

This is awkward. "Um thanks?" Her grip on me is still tight. My beer is all over my shirt and I just want to make it to the bathroom to at least try and clean it off.

"I feel d-di-zzzyy. Is the wholez word spinninggggz.?" She slurs. I try prying her fingers off my arms but she doesn't budge. They just get tighter.

"Oh no! I'm going to puke! P.u.k.e!" She tells me and sure enough she pukes all over my feet. All over my favorite black heels. I groan and she lets go of my arm, collapsing where some of her puke landed.

I take my shoes off and hop to the bathroom just a little bit further down the hall. Hoping on heals would be impossible and lead to a broken ankle.

The door is closed but I just open it anyways. The mysterious boy with hazel eyes is pressing a girl around to the wall. I scream and close the door.

Can this night get any worse?

Authors note;

I'm sorry that it's short [i'll update soon enough don't worry Ryan] I know the story isn't so exciting as of now but things will start to pick up soon. Okay vote lovelies