A/N: imsorryimsorryimsorry


I don't drink. I really don't. I shouldn't, because I'm only 19. But sometimes I need to, and tonight is one of those nights. I tell Ally that I won't be back until really late and she seems okay with it. She lets me hug her goodbye, and I kiss her head lightly.

I'm going to a party with Cassidy and some of her friends. She's 22, and while she's not an alcoholic or anything, she does like to drink more than once in a while. She's very social and drinks with her friends I guess.

I pull up to this house and park on the grass. I can hear music blasting. I pop an Altoid into my mouth, fix my hair, and walk in.

I spot a few guys I know from work and shoot the shit with them for a while. I excuse myself to go get a drink and push my way through the crowded house, greeting people I know. Not that there's many. I don't tend to hang out with Cassidy's crowd. I get some beer and wander around for a while before I find Cassidy. She's standing in the living room, surrounded by guys.

"Austin!" she exclaims as she sees me. She stumbles towards me and wraps in me in a very forward embrace.

"Hey Cassidy," I greet her. My eyes fall to sneak a quick glance down her body, her short gray dress and her tall black heels. Cassidy is beautiful, that much I'll admit.

"Enjoying the party?" she giggles.

I nod slowly. "Yeah, you seem to be enjoying it too," I muse a little sarcastically. She laughs.

"Hey," she interjects, "come with me, I want to show you something." She grabs my hand and leads me up crowded stairs to the second floor of the house. I have an idea where this is headed. I stare at Cassidy a little as she walks up the stairs. Cassidy's pretty, sure - that's no secret. But I've never actually considered the possibility of sleeping with her.

We end up in a guest bedroom-looking room. It's plain and empty. Cassidy is grinning drunkenly as she sits down on the edge of the bed, throwing her long bare legs around a little for me.

"Cassidy..." I scold quietly. She giggles at me drunkly.

"Come on, Austin," she slurs. Her full pink lips pout a little.

I draw in a deep breath. "Cassidy," I command, but it comes out as more of a grunt.

Her eyebrows shoot up and she smiles. "What was that?" she asks, feigning innocence as her dress slides up her thigh.

"Don't do this," I beg softly. This only fuels her fire. She grins and lays down on the bed, feeling around on the bed beneath her. She's a little graceful, almost, as she's rolling around a stranger's bed, inviting me in.

The music stops. The lights come up. The walls close in. Suddenly I realize where I am and what I'm doing. Cassidy's enticing, but she's drunk. And I'm not so sober either. I can't do this. Hell, I don't even want to do this. I don't want to hook up with Cassidy.

"Cassidy, I don't want to do this," I blurt, rushing out of the room before I change my mind. I don't get to see the deer-in-headlights look on her dear, bedlight face because I'm a leather jacket in a crowded room, sprinting down stairs and past faceless people and props. I find my car on the lawn and you'd think there was a monster chasing me, the way I was running, but you can't outrun yourself. I turn up music to drown out my thoughts, but you can't drown out yourself. And as I'm driving, all I can think about is Ally, and how I don't want anyone but Ally, and that is an absolute catastrophe.