wasted || michael clifford

2.0

I pulled up to the party with my best friend, Brooke. I decided I should bring someone along with me today to keep an eye on me, so that things don't get as out of hand as they usually do.

The party was about thirty minutes away, and there weren't too many familiar faces. Brooke and I went in different directions after exiting the car, and I went straight to the minibar.

As I was pouring myself a drink, I noticed a guy with red hair that swooped down into his face a bit standing next to me. He seemed like trouble. I decided to keep that in mind tonight (I might have some competition). He noticed me looking at him, and his eyes met mine. They stayed there for a little while and he gave me a small smile. He then headed back towards a group of guys who seemed to have the same look as him. I downed my drink and picked up another. Tonight is going to be interesting.
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I noticed Brooke in the corner of the room with a tall blonde guy. Her eyes met mine, and she whispered something to the guy, then walked over to me. "I think I'm going to head home a little early tonight" she announced, giving a glance to the guy she was talking to before. "I'll be fine, have fun" I laughed, giving her a wink. Guess I'll have to find a ride home, but its nothing I'm not used to. She walked back in his direction, then disappeared at the door.
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After a couple of drinks, A guy with semi-long brown hair that seemed like it hadn't been brushed in weeks started walking my way. I'm pretty sure he was in the group that boy with the red hair went back to before. "Hi, I'm ashton" he said kindly, but with a sultry look. "Can I get you a drink babe?" "Sure" I said, looking him up and down with a half-smile. I think he's just the guy I was looking for.

He returns a few minutes later with vodka and sprite in a red solo cup. I take the drink from him and have a few sips. He watches me intently, which is kind of creepy, but he's still cute enough. He comes closer, and tucks my hair behind my ear. "Do you come out here often?" he says, even though I can't see much concern in his eyes. "No, not really," I said as a wave of fuzziness and fatigue washed over me. "Why don't we go upstairs hun," he insists and starts leading me there. The only thing I can do is nod as things get more and more blurred.

I remember getting pushed into a bed, hearing the door lock, and having my shirt ripped off. I then remember hearing the guy that took me here on the phone with what sounded like his friend, telling him that he had a surprise for him.

As I begin to fight more and more with this weird, dreamlike sleep, I hear the door click open, and see a flash of red hair as my eyes shut yet again. "Ashton!" he yells, "what have you done!?" "I was just trying to get you laid bro" Ashton casually replied. So that's his name. "This isn't okay. Get out," said the kind voice with the red hair. I felt two hands dragging me out, and the next thing I know I'm in a car. The last thing I manage to see under my heavy eyes is that increasingly familiar red hair.

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Okay so basically the guys name was Ashton and he drugged Amber's drink and he called Michael up to... you know but Michael seems to actually be a really nice guy (and he also recognized her from before) and now he's driving her somewhere, so lets see where this all goes ;)
Also Amber doesn't know his name yet.
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So that's my little run on sentence description of what just happened, next chapter should be interesting :). And also longer haha.

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