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I want to go home for fucks sake...
My grandfather greeted me with a side hug once I hopped off the bus and into my new home. The first inhale taken was strongly minty and nature-y, it nearly made me choke. It felt like years since I touched this side of the country and it felt weirdly light here, as if the gravity was weak or I lost about ten pounds on my three hour train and bus journey. The first thoughts I had was, why didn't I feel excited for a new start? Do I look unapproachable? Should I tell grandpa I hate my navy duvet covers?
Once I was told that I was going to finish the high school experience while living with my grandpa, I laughed in my parents' faces, they got annoyed that I was taking it as a joke. That was until I was informed that there was an additional grade added to the school curriculum in Pelican. At first, I thought it was a lie, that my parents trying to convince me that I wasn't restarting the year.
For the first couple of days I remained in the farm with my grandpa, he taught me how to plant crops without "stressing" them and take care of the animals. It was great being outside since it's hot and my new room is nothing but a bed, folded clothes and junk on the floor. I told myself I was going to clean and organise everything tomorrow... I told myself that three days in a row.
"What's wrong, dear?" my grandpa's voice was always so coarse and gravelly. Sometimes it makes me feel like he's grumbling insults at me, I tend to make that mistake a lot when he was a sweetheart.
I washed my dirty covered hands under the tap, staring at the brown and grey stains that were disappearing. I dismissed the question with another question, it wasn't like I was avoiding it, answering wasn't holding up any information out of me, "Do you think I'll like it here?"
"If y'ain't like those texting-texting phone kids, you'll be fine."
I understand yet I didn't. For the first two days I hated how awful the service was, it nearly made me go crazy since I had to be right next to the internet box to send a text. I can't believe I adapted so quickly.
I finally cleaned my room that day, changing the bedsheets (thank god!) and made my room a little less empty. My desk was a birch toned wood and I had many books just stacked on top of each other. My small wardrobe was filled to the brim, I guess I thought I was going to party my ass off in this town. My floor was brand new compared to the ground floor, it was an extension my grandfather made a year ago for guests, it had a guest room and a bathroom.
"Can we go clothes shopping?" my head peeked out my bedroom door, staring at the stairway.
I felt a wave of shame realising I called out to my grandpa. Maybe I was thinking so low of him but it meant that the old man had to yell back. I went down the stairs fast, stopping him from getting up his rocking chair. I was assuming he was going to go up the stairs to speak to me about it, luckily I did stop him.
He looks at me and chuckles, "Kids always need something, oh goodness."
I smiled at his silly insult, "I mean, if you want me to walk around like a prude. I don't mind—"
"The closest thing to a mall is five miles away. I love the modesty but, I don't have a car..."
"Oh, alright then," I turned on my heel so smoothly and sent a convincing upset tone.
I was at mid-way up the stairs when I heard him speak, it wasn't like I was shocked— grandpa loves to spoil me, "we'll go, we'll go. Tomorrow morning, you better be awake."
I didn't sleep that night, I needed to be awake for this.
It was adorable how friendly my grandpa is, his friendship with Mayor Lewis (who I've met a few times) was almost brotherly-like. Mayor Lewis offered us a ride to the mall and grandpa agreed without shame, the car ride had conversation here and there but there was only conversation Lewis made that alerted my attention.
"So Buffy, have you spoken to anyone? I heard that Haley was looking for you." Lewis' eyes hit the rear view mirror, making my eyes blink away. I've been looking at him from the mirror for the past two minutes, I had no reason to but to daydream.
Haley... I met her around two years ago and we quickly bonded like glue during summer vacation. We never had time send each other letters once I went back to the city but we did tried, for the past two years, we have mailed at least eight letters before it just randomly stopped.
I believe I knew everyone in the valley, I familiarise myself with their faces than their names. However, I can not remember their personalities... how much did I forget?
"I've been busy at the farm, I haven't had the chance to go into town," even when grandpa and I walked through town to go to Lewis' house, it was emptier than two years ago— maybe because it was summer.
"If you told me you wanted to catch up with some friends I would've allowed you to. You're making me sound like a wanker who needs their granddaughter's company," grandpa chuckles loudly, his laugh was loud but kettle-like.
My eyes rolled back to the window, "Please, if you wanted me gone, you wouldn't have begged me to work on the farm for four days straight."
Mayor Lewis' laugh was identical to my grandpa's. I wasn't sure who was laughing until my eyes back to the mirror. I bit my lip from smiling, hearing these two laugh sounded so free, like they didn't have a worry in the world but death——
Was that rude? My bad.
"Anyway, Haley's birthday is tomorrow. Why don't we all buy a gift for her?" I rather just give her my old clothes...
I had so many clothes that I believe would fit her, maybe I could invite her over and tell her to pick out whatever she wants. I do remember her wanting me to bring her to the city and style her. I realised how cheap and inconsiderate I was being but, I tried to lighten up the situation and use the excuse that I didn't know her that well. I mean, I was telling the truth, she could've changed.
"Her birthday? Oh my."
We came back from the mall around the end of lunch. My legs were giving up on me and my hands had dents from the handles of the shopping bags. It took me awhile to figure out where the two sisters lived. I didn't mean to leave my vacation memories all behind, it felt surreal I'm back again. All the memories here were never flawed, it was filled with great joy. Every bus ride back to the city, it felt like the whole vacation was a dream that I was slowly forgetting.
I didn't mean to jolt when I hear the door latch up so aggressively. I also didn't mean to freeze when I saw Haley's confused face turn into shock once she realised I was the one who knocked on the door. Her smooth hand pulled the door open just a little bit, making me catch her attire. Boot cut denim jeans and a baby pink tube top.
"Sabel?!"
"I told you to call me Buffy," I groaned with some mockery, allowing her arms to rapidly wrap around my waist. I hugged back and bend my neck just enough to rest my head on her shoulder. It was nice how happy she was.
"It's been years— your outfit..." Haley pulled back, her eyes freezing onto my outfit. Unlike my reaction to her's, she looked confused. Maybe displeased?
Chills set onto my bare shoulders, it felt like the sun had never came out today. I felt cold cause I weirdly felt embarrassed, "I know, it's a little different..."
"Yeah, I didn't take you for a long skirt type-of-girl," Haley nods and a breathy laugh fell out. She swerved her hand to intertwined with mine and she finally connected her eyes back to mine.
"Do I look bad?" I was confused, she has never found my outfits ugly or "out of place", she normally looks as if she was in love with my clothes.
"You never look bad, it's just different."
"It's bad isn't it?" I deadpanned, not enjoying the shitty excuse she made.
"No it's not. Why— do you think it's bad?" I'm wearing a white cami crop top and a mid-waisted white skirt. It feels fucking simple, not ugly.
"It's too eh for me."
Haley smirks, "I see you're already changing into the Pelican aesthetic."
"I can't afford to look good when I'm farming every day," I teasingly snapped back.
"Yet you're wearing white," Haley's brow raised.
I always adored Haley's looks. With her beautiful blow out and hips to shoulders ratio, she had that "Girl Next Door" look. She finally let go off my hands and I placed my hands on one side of my hip and smiled at her.
"Happy early birthday," I scrunched my nose at her, making her snicker at how I easily move on from the conversation about my outfit.
"Why thank you, I can't believe you're staying here for summer again."
My teeth shine through the smile, but it was to express that there was more to my stay. Haley noticed my face switching and her face drops, "What?"
"I'm finishing the year here."
I couldn't help but enjoy seeing Haley's smile grow and grow. She started jumping from excitement with her hands hiding her mouth, "You're lying!"
"Oh, I'm serious," I chuckled with a nod. Accidentally taunting her by leaning my face in a bit, I'm happy. I'm happy that I have a friend.
"S—Buffy that's amazing!" she lunged back onto me, hugging me so tightly and tilting us left to right, "it must be weird that we finish high school different here."
It was weird, it was really fucking weird that they didn't finish high school at the age of eighteen. After awhile, I learnt that the classes here are more untamed, and Haley then mentioned that the students dealt with three school days a week, which means another year was added. The excuse was that it was a small town and the teachers in the town are limited. In other words, I am restarting the year but, it was relieving how I am going to school with people the same age as me. There wasn't going to be any seventeen year olds with an eighteen year old classmate bull crap. There was only one teacher in the high school, which was absolutely crazy to think about. Wednesday to Friday was for the older generation which was my age group and Sunday to Tuesday was for the starting grades. The nursery and pre school was handled separately which helped me understand this. This town isn't famous, of course there would be less than five teachers here.
For the few hours, I caught up with her and enjoyed listening about all the shit she was dealing with. It wasn't anything depressing but little bits of drama here and there. I brought her to the farm, letting her sit on my bed while I pick out pieces of clothing I want her to choose from. I loved being the one to listen— to real people problems. In the city, it was like a survival game as everyone weirdly knows each other and you don't have privacy. Of course it's completely worse here with the lack of people but, it wasn't as problematic as the city. You needed to watch your back at all times, and everyone back there would agree. This wasn't over some trust issues.
"Me and Alex made up," I dropped a hanger in shock, I did not expect those words from Haley to ever come out her pretty mouth. Last time I was here, the pair were dealing with some unspoken beef. My memory went flat realising I do not remember why they weren't in good terms however, I had panic setting onto my skin.
I tried to collect myself, picking up the hanger and tucking my hair behind my ear, "So, you two are dating now?"
Haley shakes her head, I didn't see it but I hear her hair thrashing against my pillow, "No no no. Just made up, we're like best friends. You should come with us tonight, we're going to the saloon."
My lips pressed into each other, "You know I don't like him," I wasn't sure why I did but I remember always being on edge whenever he was in the same room as us, "not tonight."
"Buffy..."
"Haley," I warned, expressing I was no longer interested in talking about the stereotypical American jock.
"It's my birthday," Haley whines.
"No it's not, that's tomorrow. Beside, I have some gifts for you," Haley sits up and watches me, "pick from this pile, as many as you want."
I pointed at the pile of clothes I placed on the edge of the bed. It had a collection of skirts, tops and party wear.
"I was just gonna' ask if I could have your clothes for my birthday," Haley scoffs, crawling to the edge and picking the skirt on the top of the pile. It was a denim skirt... a mini skirt. I gained quite a bit of weight around my hips which made it literally impossible to wear again, and I planned that I didn't need those clothes as I wasn't bothered to lose the weight.
"I remember this skirt, we went to Sam's house for brunch and you stained it with some sauce," Haley calls out, admiring the pretty skirt, it was blue and it had a flare at the bottom.
I don't know who the fuck Sam was... the name didn't ring a bell.
"Well there's no stain now. They don't fit me."
Haley eyes the skirt one more time before she looks up at me, her eyes squinted and a little smile plastered against her lips. But then, she gasps, shaking her head like she just had an amazing plan to rob the Mona Lisa.
"Oh my Yoba! I forgot to tell you I'm having a party tomorrow. My whole class and the first year college students are coming," Haley giggles.
Parties...
I fucking love parties. Maybe not the concept of getting drunk and messy, I ought to love dressing up and looking like I was the only girl in the room. Now that I think about it, I definitely have some ego issues.
***
I realised I didn't want to go to the party right when I finished my makeup. Full glam, like a fucking idiot. Those nights in the city made me subconsciously do all the "ready to party" steps before going out. I felt so embarrassed.
Step one, shower and shave. Step two, makeup and hair. Step three, take some shots (I had to beg my grandpa for some). Step four, wear the most nastiest outfit in your wardrobe.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, scoffing and frowning. My lips were painted, my contour was blended perfectly and I looked lovely. My confidence was beaming past my stressed aura. Now here's the thing, I wasn't going to a fucking club. I ran back into my room and removed my clothes like I was trying not to suffocate in them, I told myself to be simple, to not stand out because I didn't want that city girl in me to outshine Haley tonight. So, instead of my skimpy black dress that I overused about twenty time, I chose short shorts and a fitted white graphic tee, I looked at myself again and I fucking hated it.
Fuck it, I just went back to my wardrobe and grabbed a black fitted, sling dress that reached my ankles and grabbed a pair of sneakers. My grandpa told me I looked nice but I still felt uneasy.
Now I was knocking at the door. It sounded like no one was home as I bang on the door around five times. Suddenly, I grew impatient, if the next knock doesn't alert someone... I will just go home. However, my body shrinks in defeat once my hope for my trip back home was nonexistent when the door finally opens. I even counted down before I was going to knock.
I sigh, weirdly annoyed someone had to opened it because a little piece of me wanted to hide away in bed and calm down from how frustrated I was. My eyes went clear when I see the flashing lights of the LED lights in the background. I was about to step forward when I realise who was in front of me.
He looked very familiar, I know him but not his name.
It was a guy with an overgrown wolf cut with his hair parted to the side, he had a dark grey t-shirt and slightly baggy black jeans. I glanced at his face and saw his eyebrows knitting just a little, a few lines in the middle of them dented his skin. I felt like he was pissed, or confused... I couldn't tell.
"Nice hair?" I cringed, catching myself almost questioning my compliment.
The guys nodded and moved to side to allow me in. He didn't seem to care about how I addressed his hair, but his lips parted without hesitation while continuing to stare at me, "Thanks, gonna' cut it soon."
I nodded back and walked passed him, a quiet thank you fell out my mouth before I went deeper in the house. The smell of booze, vape juice and sweat filled my nose like a smack. The place was dimly lit with disco lights, the only proper light on was the from the front door. I calculated the amount of people I saw, it increases as I look for Haley. I never knew how many friends she had but it looked as if there was around thirty people.
I finally reached the kitchen where I see Haley holding a beer can and talking to man with another familiar face. He had low fade with brunette hair, one hand held a can of beer and the other was in his pocket, and his smile was a showing from one curve. They didn't seem to be having a flirty conversation, so I walked up, and it was clear that they were just talking about the party.
"Happy birthday," I called out, alerting the pair to stare at me. The pre shots I took helped me to speak up on them because, I knew I would never go up to Haley talking to some random while sober.
"Buffy," again, she hugs me tight and her hair smelt just like the drink in her hand. Speaking of the beer can, the impact made her drink spill before she gasps and pulls back to steady her drink.
"Fuck!" Haley cried and grabbed a cloth from the sink and placed it onto the floor. She sounds sober but her body language was a little wobbly. She used her foot to rub the cloth into the floor before picking it up and dashing it into the counter with all the empty cans scattered across.
"You remember Shane right? He's taking a gap year before he starts college," Haley pointed at Shane, the guy with the low fade. I turned my head to him and smiled.
"How old are you?" I asked, holding Haley's arm to keep her steady. Her smile was bright.
"Nineteen, you?"
"Eighteen."
I noticed his eyes drifting down and I automatically smiled at that. This happens all the time, the first guy you talk to at parties or clubs ended up with clothes off and a dark room— not that I had much experience. To me, Shane seemed well kept, he looked a little rough with his dull eyes but, it was something I wanted to look at tonight.
"Where's the wine?"
"Wine?" Haley scoffs, looks at me with confused eyes.
"Fine, vodka," I deadpanned, making Haley smile even brighter.
"We just have beer. No one bothered to buy bottles so we're left with bitter ass bear cans."
You know when I said I familiarise the faces of the people and not the names, please forget that. I just needed a jog back to memory lane. I remembered so many names like Alex, Emily, Penny, Leah and all the adults. It was just a mistake that I completely forgot about most of the people's names who are my age. I don't remember the name of the guy who opened the door for me, not Shane's until I was told, not the spiky blond head, not the purple haired girl or the rest. I guess Haley was always the first teenager I think of whenever I think about this town.
I'm three beers down and everything was finally a little blurry. My body felt like it was buzzing with heat while my ass was sitting on the floor and my back against Haley's door. I caught up with Penny who is sitting next to me.
We faced each other but my head was staring out into the party. The music was getting louder and a group of college students were jumping in the circle laughing and screaming out the lyrics.
"How comes you're finishing school here?" Penny smiles, she had a glass of cranberry juice and she twirls it's around her two hands.
I shrugged and looked back at her, "The city is hectic and my parents told me so."
"Understandable," it was clear Penny didn't want to push into the conversation and it was fine by me, "so how did you get here? Did you sneak out?"
I chuckled, realising how different my party life here was to the city. When living with my parents, I snuck out every time I went to the club, and it wasn't like my parents were against it, it was just that it was always on a school night. But here, grandpa didn't seem phased one bit. He just said "You can only go if you promise me to tell me the truth. Are you drinking? Are you doing drugs? Are you going to use protection?" I told him the truth and it felt so weird I was admitting that I may sleep with someone tonight. I wasn't planning to but I couldn't just lie unintentionally.
"My grandpa just told me to not do LSD."
Penny laughs hard at that, covering her mouth because I said it so nonchalantly, I forced myself to look as calm but the edges of my lips were giving up on me. She calms down after a while and sighs, "There's no dealers for that here."
"Such a shame," I joked, chuckling for a bit, "how about you?"
"Oh my mum doesn't care. She's probably drinking right now." I wasn't sure how to respond to that, it may had sound like she was trying to dismiss any misunderstandings but from what I've seen, Pam is always drinking. I don't know the story but she was a big fan of beer.
"Does that bother you?" I don't know why I asked, I'm going to dig myself into someone's trauma and won't know how to respond to that.
"Oh no. Don't worry, it's nothing like that."
I looked around again, catching Haley with Alex. Unlike what she said yesterday, she was very, very close to Alex. Her drunken state allowed her to press her back onto him and let themselves dance to the music. They were enjoying themselves a lot. I flickered to the other side, noticing the guy who opened the door staring at me once again. I retreated my gaze but stared back a second later— just so he can look away, however, his eyes stayed on me while drinking his beer. He had no expression that I know of, it seemed plain but with a wince of annoyance.
I guarded myself up and we were now having a staring battle, egging each other on to see who would glance away first. What the fuck is his deal? He didn't seem like he was interested in me, because the more I stared, the more annoyed he looked. I lost the game once someone came into my view. From the side, Shane was empty handed and walking towards Penny and I.
Relieved that he made me lose that weird game, I smirked at him. The last time I spoke to Shane, we were having whiskey shots together as Leah came in and screamed she had some bottles.
"Hey ladies," Shane smirks back. He spoke to both of us but his eyes were glued onto me. I let him stare into my eyes, the attention made me feel euphoric.
"Hey Shane. Sorry Buffy, I see Leah and she's kissing her ex," Penny rushes up and spat out a small apology before running into the crowd.
I chuckled, seeing that Penny must not be a drinker and is here to look after anyone. I really hope she felt at ease with me since I haven't acted like the others. However, that might change in just a few seconds. Thankfully, Penny isn't here to worry about how drunk I am.
"Are you drunk?" Shane pulls out a hand for me to grab and I successfully took it.
"Yes. Just enough to know if anyone is trying to take advantage of me," I was pulled up and my face was nearing three inches close to his.
It felt so hot, our bitter breathes touched each other's noses and despite the smell, I was enjoying how close he was.
"I won't take advantage of you," Shane whispered, it was loud enough for me to hum at him. My hand fell off his grip and grazed his forearm.
"You're implying something, aren't you?" I teased, our faces are leaning in. His strong nose was about to reach just above the tip of mine. He wasn't that much taller than me, he was reaching 5'6 and it was nice that I didn't have to bend my neck up to the sky to look at him. I just had to move my eyes.
"Don't act dumb, Buffy."
Those three words before my name felt like a threat was willing to conquer. I knew this was a mistake, having a one night stand with someone from a small town but right now, in this moment, I can't stop it. I needed to feel this heat.
"Shane," he hums, his hum was a little dry but I felt like I was on edge, "I'm not on the pill."
The forearm I was touching started raising. His eyes were still stationary, staring into my dark brown eyes, so dark that no one can see my pupils. Finally, his hand was to the side of our faces. I hated the fact I had to look away but I saw two fingers holding a condom packet.
He chuckled. I chuckled. His other hand was placed on my hip and I could feel every finger print from how thin the fabric of my dress is. Shane's lips parted and he lowered his to my ear, "We can go to the bathroom. I'm drunk too."
I'm drunk too.
The bathroom door shuts and I feel my body already pressed onto the door. His lips were smashing against mine so aggressively that I felt like I was going to die from the lack of oxygen. My hand quickly turns the door lock before I pull him in more and roam my hands around his chest.
No words fell out from then. We didn't moan each other's names and we definitely didn't give eye contact. My elbows were pressed onto the counter and my head was lowered. I didn't wear a bra, so my body was naked once he pulled off my dress and black underwear. I was glad I wore a black thong, because I hear him groan when my ass was on display.
The condom was the only thing that kept us from worrying. His movements were a little sloppy but his grip made me groan, moan, cry. I felt sick and my ears were blocked from the speed.
We made out after, it was weaker than before but we didn't care. Well, I didn't care. This was the last kiss before I go on with my night because I don't care about Shane, I just felt the need to feel someone.
I just keep thinking about what Shane said and it was probably bad for my mental health. The last words he said before he pushed in made me feel ugly. I need you. My eyes bawled out tears and I didn't know why, why the fuck WAS I crying?
You never realise how drunk you are until you're in the bathroom and staring into your reflection. Shane was already gone and I was happy. I didn't like him, I felt horny. I was starting to hate myself for crying, for getting emotional over useless and meaningless words.
I calmed down after I fixed my makeup and I opened the door. I noticed the black haired guy standing and leaning on the door frame as if he was waiting to use the bathroom for awhile. I didn't acknowledge him, I looked straight ahead and without thinking, I slammed the door.
Then I noticed, the door didn't make a locking sound. I turned around in a panic and I caught the guy's wrist against the door I tried to shut. I let go in a frantic and I stepped away and looked at him.
"Why the fuck did you— Oh, my God. I'm so sorry," I panicked hard and it was like all the alcohol flew out my system. I grew sober knowing that I slammed a door into someone's wrist.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? I was trying to use the bathroom," he groans out. He didn't look annoyed like before, he looked enraged.
"I'm really sorry, I am really," I honestly said. I couldn't bare an injury that I cause to start an argument.
"How fucking dense are you, my Yoba—"
My eyes widen. Of course I wasn't expecting him to take my apology and it was more than understandable for him to be angry at me but, his comment offended me— no... his comment made me feel rage.
"Don't fucking call me dense," I snap back. I shouldn't have said that, it was just him getting his pain out. But I couldn't stop, I didn't like how he asked an insult. He was implying that I was already dense.
And I didn't care if I was overthinking it, he was saying the wrong things to throw his anger out. He glared at me harder and I instantly regretted clapping back.
"You saw what happened. Use some brain cells for fucks sake," he growls.
"I didn't fucking see you," now I'm just lying, "do you think I was planning on doing that?"
We were both yelling at each other at this point. My head went fuzzy from how much my eyebrows were furrowed. I knew how much attention this was getting because the music stopped. I was pointing at the door and yelling at him while he roars at me. I'm arguing with a guy who's name I don't remember and I realised that I will have to see him again.
"Don't fucking start with me, Buffy."
"You took offence to that, that's your fucking problem."
"I don't care if that's my fucking problem—"
"That is your problem!"
"—You went blind."
We kept clapping back at each other, cutting our words off.
"I fucking apologised. You took offence to it— you took fucking offence to it."
He started following me to the kitchen and I walked pass the crowd, just trying to move on from the argument but he continued.
"You're a liar though," he repeats twice and scoffs while slightly laughing at me.
I turned around and half-heartedly laughed back at him. However, I knew I can't continue arguing. I went to the kitchen and I'm finally grabbing a beer can and ready to drink more to ease my annoyance. I turned to him when I realise he was talking again, at least he wasn't in my face like before, "Yeah, drink that fucking shit. Pretend as if you're not a fucking liar."
The fizz from the beer once I popped it up was the only sound apart from our yelling, it was enough noise to make me less embarrassed. I took a good gulp before I shake my head slowly, "You can say whatever you want, I don't care—"
"I don't care but I'm just stating the facts—"
"I don't care," I laughed out. We were yelling as if we were yards away from each other.
"I don't care— I'm telling the fucking—"
"Then why are you fucking talking again? Be gone liar, bye liar," I shoo him away— I taunt him, tired of his lies.
"I'm not the damn liar."
"I DON'T CARE," I laughed and flapped my arm out while I gulp down more and more of the beer.
"Fucking bitch."
I slammed the finished beer can onto the counter and wiped the sides of my lips quickly. I heard him loud and clear and he wasn't even yelling anymore. But I will... If I wasn't yelling louder before, I'll make sure it's louder now.
"Say that again," but right now, I'll speak at his level. Just to show I'm not yelling because I want to.
He starts to walk away and he waves me off, "You heard what I said."
"Say that to my fucking face, you bitch."
"I don't need to repeat myself. You already fucking heard me."
"REPEAT IT, YOU MUTT."
"DO NOT CALL ME MUTT. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE YOU'RE IN THE FUCKING RIGHT JUST SO YOUR EGO DOESN'T SHATTER."
"I CAN CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT. DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, YOU'RE NOT FUCKING FUNNY."
I groan out of anger, trying to contain myself before I make anymore of a mess. My body subconsciously turns to Haley, who had her eyes widen at me. She wasn't always looking at me though, I caught her squinting her eyes towards that guy's body before I spoke.
"I'm so sorry, love. Enjoy your party, I'm going home," I wanted to leave cause I made a fool of myself. It was great that I defended myself but I didn't meant set an impression that I'm a rude person, even if a couple people met me a few times before.
"No," she looks a little lost for a bit before she reaches her hand to me. She walks forward and brushes her hand on my arm, "no, it's fine. Stay. Sebastian, go to Emily's room. Fix that wrist of yours or something."
"I'm not staying when he's here," everyone started to slowly move back into their conversation and thank goodness they were.
"Want me to kick him out?"
Yes. Fuck yes. Before I punch his brains out.
"No, look. I'll go home, I need to up early anyway."
"It's midnight, barely hitting one. Just stay, just avoid him from now on."
***
I slept over at Haley's that night. I helped clean up and I called grandpa at a early hour of the morning to tell him I'll be coming home around mid-day. I was still awake at 4AM and I wasn't sure why I wasn't tired. Normally, after consuming that much alcohol — I would be knocked out on the floor or kitchen counter. But I guess adrenaline hit me once I had that argument with Sebastian. Sebastian. Finally, I learnt his name and I remembered that he knew mine too.
Haley was still up with me, we were laying in bed and enjoying the amazing connection to the internet.
"He's just a kid that has no shame. Don't mind him. Alex doesn't like him either," Haley shrugs, clicking a button which made the stars from the projector turn on.
I was suddenly hit by the sight of Haley and Alex erotically dancing a couple hours ago. However, instead of questioning something I barely had no interest for, I focused on her insult.
"Shame is free," I added, turning off my phone and staring at the lights moving around.
"For real... I didn't even invite him. Sam brought him," Haley groans, copying my movements.
"Blond guy, right?"
"—Oh, my Yoba, Sabel. How did you forget so many names?"
I'm not sure. I'm really unsure.