out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 11

MELANIE RICHARDS

"Well, uhm-" I hesitate. "Yeah, sure. Why not raging?" I chuckle.

"Great. Whoa, you're fun, sorry for the misjudgement."

"Shut up." I giggle and punch his arm.

"Don't you have curfew?" He asks.

"No, I don't. My mom really don't give a shit."

"Mrs. Hills is da bomb, remember?" He laughs. "Nathan used to say that a lot." He laughs. I nod and try not to respond to his remark. "This is going to be sick." Miles nods his head a few times on the beat as he drives me to the frat party his friends invited him to. "I called a couple kids too. So, it's not going to be an all-college-guys shit."

I nod and keep on smiling. I feel the nervous feeling comes again-- not because of Miles. It's the idea of fraternity party. I've never been in one and I feel nauseous.

"You okay? If you don't want to come, I can always take you back home." He shifts his head to me as he drives onto the driveway.

"No, don't. I was just thinking a lot. Several things." I chuckle.

"Oh, no. We are not going there. We're going to have fun tonight. Let me make you a 'fun time' please?" He begs as he stares at the driveway.

"Okay, okay." I chuckle as I roll my eyes and tip my head back to the window.

"Here we are." He parks the car infront of the neighbor's house and a loud crowd from the house signed as Theta A Phi coos through the car window.

I reach out of the car and follow Miles from behind. He looks back at me and smiles. He leads us to the house and sweat bodies are everywhere.

Dancing, laughing, drinking. The loud house music is blaring and snaps my head a couple times. I try not to lose Miles. So when I feel like going home, I can always try to ask him.

Or not. He starts to shout names of the guys and gives a couple bro hugs to them all. I back away and give us a little space. I jump as my back bumps into someone. I look behind me. A kissing couple. The girl glares at me and I just roll my eyes andstep away.

I look for Miles' face but he's gone. He's nowhere to be found. The crowd fills my space I made earlier with Miles. I walk around the house and search for every familiar faces. But I can't find any. There are a couple girls from my school. No way. I have no intention to actually have a conversation with those skanks. Let alone, Warren and the gang.

"Heeeeeeeeey!" A blonde stranger girl wraps her arm around me with a red empty cup in her hand. "What's your name? Have I seen you before? You look really pretty." Her breath throws a puff of alcohol smell. I look away to avoid the smell.

"I'm still in high school." I chuckle and I force to walk with her. She puts her whole weigh on me. "Can I help you?"

"High school kid, let me tell you something. If you're here you are forbidden to not to get drunk. And two, can you lead me to the nearest toilet please? I feel really sick." She throws the cup and instead of walking, she sits on the ground and lay her body on the floor.

Before I decide to leave her, a tall figure comes up behind me. "Shit. Breanna. Let me help you." A sudden familiar thick strange accent coos in my ear. I quickly look up to see a charming face of a blond-haired guy that I happened to grow fond of. Niall. All over again. It's really relieving to see him here. I smile for no reason.

"Mel-Melanie." He says returning my smile. "What are you doing here?" He says squinting his eyes.

"I was invited by a friend." I say still am smiling like a total idiot. "Hey-uh, do-uhm. . ."

"You're not drunk, are you?" He asks me.

"Can I get your number?" I ask all in sudden and came out almost like a joke. But it's not. I want to slap my face for being such a desperate.

He laughs. "Thank God you reminded me."

"Well, we should take her to the toilet first." I say looking down to her then to Niall. The guy I met unexpectedly on a daily basis.

"Right." He awkwardly chuckles. "Help me out." He picks up the girl whom I known of is Breanna, and lead her to the toilet. I help him by bringing her other hand and take her to the toilet. As we get there, Breanna scoots herself to the toilet and vomits as many as she can produce. I almost vomit myself up just by looking at her.

"Sometimes not to look at it, you won't be able to vomit." He remarks with his familiar strange accent. "Really weird to bump into you here." He stares at me with those meaningful eyes.

"I know." I shake my head. "By the way, I can't stop listening to the records. Thankyou. Again." I laugh.

"Stop thanking. It's really a pleasure." He teases and winks. "Who invited you here?"

"Miles."

"That gives me the reason." He arches his brows and bites his bottom lip. He's so damn cute. Even cuter than any other guys I've ever seen. He looks at me with those dazzling blue eyes. Blue eyes. I've always dreamed about a guy with blue eyes. He smiles. "What?"

"Oh, nothing." I look away at my stupidity. I was looking at him the whole time. "I mean, sorry." I chuckle and try not to look at him. Instead, I look at Breanna who's now dozed off by laying on the floor. Unsani­tary. "She's asleep." I shove my hands on my jean pocket, again. My palms are sweating like crazy. God.

a/n:

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