I was out with Nessie. The flashing lights and dodgy blokes that tried dancing with me were scary. They disorientated me, or was that the drink? Nessie seemed fine. Huh. Vampire metabolism or something I was guessing. The dark room with the horrible baseline music basically deafened you, blinded you, scared the shit out of you, yet it was fun. The thrilling sense of the fact you were rebelling and doing something you weren't suppose to. Sam would kill me when I got home tonight. He'd call me a little pisshead and tell me to get the fuck out of his house then Aunt Emily would come over to me, rub my back, tell me I had a hard day and it would all be better in the morning. I was worrying about the shit storm though. Damn, it was a big one; I had run away from my family and soul mate. I had blabbed to Nessie, but luckily she already knew.
God my head hurt. A tall man with a bit of stubble wondered over to me. He had brown eyes that were soulless and I frowned. My Quil's were so much nicer. My Quil? What? He wasn't my anything except my best friend, and that's all he was going to be and all I wanted him to be. Or so I kept telling myself.
"ClaireBear, you need to go home. Your smashed." Nessie came over to me saying.
"I don't need to do anything I don't want."
She sighed and walked away. I needed to grow up and stop avoiding this shitstorm.