A/N Thanks to starryeyedwr1ter, FirstCome-FirstStakedand Anonymous person (who ever you are)

Thank you for your kind reviews, you made me smile.

Yes, I do plan on writing more but life gets so hectic and things get in the way but I always come back here. Thanks for the patience.

I've been really stuck into reading Caroline Kepnes' YOU and HIDDEN BODIES and I've been so enthralled with it that I think the narration of them has sort of followed me into writing this. I've been struggling with finding the right tense to use so I find that I'm jumping around with it. I apologise, and hopefully it falls together somewhat.

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What am I even drinking? I dunno. I don't care. It smells like orange juice or something. I can't stop shaking and I don't know if it's the anger or the alcohol but I down the substance anyway.

Vern put a hand on my shoulder, "You okay?" He asks. I shrug him off and I don't know what to think. "Teddy's looking for you."

"Tell him to go fuck himself." I seethe, "No, Laura." I shake my head. "Whatever fits."

Vern tries to steer me away from the crowd of people gathered in Laura's open living room but I shake him off. I'm too drunk to deal with this, I want to go home.

The rest of the night is a blur. I've had so much to drink and the next thing I know is that I'm in the living room dancing with some douchebag from the View. He's okay for a rich kid, I mean, he's blonde and has a nice smile . I didn't catch his name though but his hands feel nice on my hips. I wish Teddy was here dancing with me like this but I need a distraction.

I couldn't shake the image of Teddy and Laura out of my head. I kept repeating the moment of seeing him so close to her mouth, and her hand on his arm through my head.

Then someone called tequila! There were shots going all around.

The same blonde guy poured me a shot or two and another one after that. I don't even know if he introduced himself but he pulled me towards the makeshift dance floor and began to dance the Freddie to 'Do the Freddie'

I really didn't want to drink tonight. I wish I could drown myself in this glass right now as I chug the rest of it and throw it on the carpet. Fuck Laura! I hope the glass shattered and stains the carpet.

Just as the song changed over and I begin to get into the groove of the 'Locomotion' someone yanks me away from by my forearm. It's Teddy.

"What the hell, Lucky?!" His voice rings in my ear. "You go missing and I find you with some other asshole?" His hands gripping tighter around my wrist.

I glare at him through glazed eyes, "This assholes name is," I pause to remember it "Peter." I lie. "His name is Peter." I repeat matter of factly. "And at least he won't ditch me, like you." I pry myself out of his grip.

"So you cosy up with someone else? You're insane!" Teddy had yelled in my face, literally. I could smell not only the alcohol but the tang on his breath from dinner. I felt physically sick and I knew I was overreacting. I always do, he says so himself.

"Actually, my name is Paul." Paul takes my hand from Teddy's grip and pulls me with him, "Why don't you take a hike, you psycho." He snaked an arm around my waist as though I was his now. Bad mistake buddy, I raise an eyebrow at him and swing my eyes towards Teddy anticipating his next move.

I knew that Teddy wasn't having it, "What did you call me?" His voice was level and patient. I could see his eyes turn to steel. "I dare you to say it again!" Teddy was leaning towards a fight although Paul towered over him.

I step backwards, knowing that Teddy wanted to fight. Teddy hadn't given the poor guy a chance to react and he'd busted his lip with a swift hit. Paul stumbled and swayed with shock before delivering a hit of his own.

"...The Hell's your problem, freak?"

"You are!"

The heat had risen in my throat to my mouth and I vomit on myself. When I open my eyes I find myself standing halfway between the patio and screen door of Laura's house. Gordie is hosing me down with the garden hose and I can't stop myself from crying.