Hey guys I'm back with a quicker update than normal this time which is totally good! Yay! I'm trying to find more time to write and writing chapters in advance so that I can update quicker and it's working so hopefully the updates will be quicker from now on. Anyways, to the story this chapter may be a little crazy but yeah just read it you'll seeeee
I sat at my computer desk, staring at the blinking line of my blank document in anger. Each time it blinked it was like another reminder to me that I had nothing. Nothing was making its way onto my screen and nothing would if I kept trying to take an easy way out. If I was just honest with myself about my fears without thinking about the fact that Eli would read it, I could probably have had this paper done a while ago but I couldn't make myself write in depth about how much being alone scared me.
I twirled around in my computer desk hoping the dizziness would make me think of something even better than my fear of loneliness to write about but all it did was make me want to puke. As I stopped myself and put my head into my hands in defeat, my phone started to vibrate on my desk.
The hopeless romantic part of me that watched too many teen love movies assumed, or rather hoped, that the buzzer was Eli. That he was calling to apologize and say how much he loved me and made the biggest mistake of his life and wanted to come over and get back together and we'd make out all night long and wake up lying next to each other, him looking adoringly down at me as I snuggled close to his chest. Sadly that dream was shuttered as my life was not a box office hit with a glorious ending. Instead I had one aspect of the teen movie, the best friend, who happened to be the one buzzing my phone.
"Campbell Saunders, please save me from my misery!" I answered, as I flung backwards on my bed, facing the ceiling.
"And a hello to you too." He chuckled, with his voice muffled from the sound of loud music in the background.
"Sorry but this essay for Dawes is making me want to rip my hair out." I explained, "But you seem like you're having a jolly time."
"Wait a second, I can't hear you all that well," he shouted over the background music, the sound traveling back and forth as I assumed he was walking and when the music stopped, he got outside, "Alright, what did you say?"
"I was just complaining about my boring essay while it seems you're having a wonderful time at a party I didn't happen to hear about." I joked.
"Ah but you did." He responded, "I told you during French and you said you had an essay to worry about and that's why I called. To see how it was going and I'm guessing it's not going too well?"
"Not at all." I said, sitting up with a smirk as an idea had crept into my head, "But I think the solution would be a distraction and your current location would be just perfect."
"No, no it wouldn't." Cam said, with a sound of concern in his voice, "That paper of yours is due on Tuesday and from the sound of it you still haven't even started it yet."
"Alright dad, I didn't know you came back from work already," I laughed, rolling my eyes, "As much as I appreciate your concern, I'm getting nothing done here so I might as well do the same while having fun there."
"You know you should be a lawyer. You have the tricks of trickery and the ability to get what you want already."
"Not all of what I want but I'll take what I can get." I said, standing up, "Now about that address."
After Cam gave me the address and our phone call had ended, I went over to my closet because there was no way I was wearing sweatpants to a party. I pulled out a white crop top, a denim circle skirt, a black knitted cardigan, black tights and matte black Doc Martens. Then I curled my hair, put on mascara and red lipstick and grabbed my phone, coat and black buckled shoulder bag. My brother had already had sleepover plans, approved by my father, so I didn't have to worry about him and though my plans weren't exactly approved, they were just what the doctor ordered. I needed a distraction from previous troubles and something to boost my mind from my current writers block. A party was just the stone I needed to kill two birds.
"Turn left."
My phone was navigating directions for me to get to the party. Walking along at nine at night wasn't really the safest thing to do but I was desperate to get out my house, away from my computer and maybe try to get my mind off things, like breakups and schoolwork. Plus walking cleared my head a bit and burned off a few calories.
Just when I had thought that I was lost and should probably just turn back and go home before I was completely lost, I started to hear the very, very faint sound of loud music. It was so low, I thought I was imagining it and I probably was but I didn't give up on my search. Following my GPS, I turned a few corners to a few blocks and the music became even more audible. I squinted my eyes to see in the middle of the block I was on, there was a lit up house with loud electronic music and adolescent activity surrounding it. Bingo.
As I walked closer, I began to see semi familiar faces from school. Faces of people I had passed by but never encountered or talked to at all. I was here, I had made it, now all that was left to do was to find Cam. I walked into the home of someone I assumed went to Degrassi through the slide glass doors. The room was filled with teenagers with red cups and though a few months ago I would have been appalled by it, now I was welcome to it, I found comfort in it. And I wasn't sure if that made me proud or scared.
"Looks like you made it." Cam's voice rang over the music behind me.
I turned around with smile, "Indeed I did. Seems like this party's pretty exciting."
"Yeah, it's hard not to be excited when you're drunk off your ass." He yelled above the speakers, "But I'm sticking to my alcohol free juice, I'm sure I'll have to look after someone tonight."
"Those Ice Hounds do need a watch hound." I joked, causing us both to laugh.
"It's nice to have you here," Cam said, after the joke, "Even though I think you should be at home working on that-"
I cut him off, "Don't mention it. I came here to not think about it, to distract my mind from all things and people revolving around that paper."
"Alright," Cam put up his hands in surrender, "You won't hear a word of that paper from me again, until tomorrow. Which is when I will hound you about it."
I was about to respond when a hand came on my shoulder and I turned to see Drew standing there.
"Hey," he said, "Summer, right?"
"Yeah, surprised you remembered it, or me." I responded, in all honesty. I had thought after that conversation me and Drew wouldn't see each other again and if we did, it would be the same walk past each other cause we didn't know each other thing.
"I couldn't forget such a heart to heart. Plus, I have to be a good host so I might as well put my good name remembrance to good use." Drew replied, putting a red cup in my direction that seemed like it came out of nowhere but was actually in his hand the whole time, "Thirsty?"
I looked at the cup questionably at first. I knew what was in that cup was not the typical fruit punch but I had to ask myself if I cared. I was here for a reason and that was to try to distract myself from my own thoughts and get a blazer through my writers block. Though alcohol wasn't the most efficient, it was a start. I kept thinking about if I was here just a few months earlier, how quickly I would've pushed that cup away but this was a new month. A new person laid beneath my skin now and that new person took the drink from Drew's hands, almost without a second thought.
That drink was just the beginning. Throughout the night, several red cups made their way into my hands, the alcoholic liquid making its way down my throat and into my bloodstream to control my brain. My thoughts were clouded along with my good judgment but this was what I wanted. My thoughts being clouded led me to not think at all. Everything was blurred in a sort of peaceful way. I couldn't keep thinking about anything, my mind shot all over the place in quick paces, so quick I couldn't focus on anything and it made everything seem like nothing. The thoughts I had of being alone and Eli and everything were gone.
Those thoughts also could have been gone with the help of the boy that was holding me against the wall and whose lips, teeth and tongue were tracing my neck. The crowded basement of teenagers and loud music that shook the floor became a blurry background to the scene I was in. All I could focus on were the way his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands laid on the part of my back exposed by the high cut of my crop top, hovering over the top of the fabric of my skirt. Eventually his lips found their way to mine and I didn't oblige. My hands made their way into his hair, holding his face close to mine as his hands slid up my spine, his fingertips tracing my bear skin, sending shivers through me causing my body to move closer to his. His mouth was warm, as opposed to his fingertips, and tasted of the same alcohol I had been drinking all night but his lips were soft and quick and moved across mine hastily before traveling to my ear and whispering something about taking this upstairs.
Before I could agree, and my alcohol controlled mind was telling me to agree, Drew appeared in back of Luke, stopping us both.
"Luke, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"What the hell are you doing?" Luke retorted with an annoyed tone, "Cockblocking isn't cool."
"And neither is taking a girl upstairs when she's too drunk to even know what she's doing or agreeing to." Drew said, taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs and past Luke who looked like he was ready to murder Drew.
"Didn't you just pull me away from someone who was taking me upstairs, why are you?" I said or rather slurred as I stumbled to follow him up.
"Because I'm taking you to the kitchen and not a bedroom." He responded, as he sat me down on one of the stools that lined the counter.
As he went into the refrigerator, I twirled around in the stool, looking around the kitchen. His kitchen was very quiet and home-y. The cabinets and mostly the fridge were decorated with family and childhood pictures. It was almost like you could look around and piece together their lives. Of course, there was stuff undocumented, every family had their secrets or topics they didn't want to display to the world in their kitchen. But nonetheless, it made me think of my family and how our kitchen now was bare. Growing up, we did have a kitchen like this with memories taped to the doors and my mom always baking or cooking something. But then time went on and especially once we moved here, it seemed like we didn't want to keep track of anything, we didn't want to remember anything. My dad especially wanted to forget everything. Maybe I inherited that from him. Except I wasn't using work to forget everything. My choice of memory serum was alcohol and parties.
My family daze was broken out of my Drew. He handed me a bottle of water and sat down in front of me.
"So, you seem like a completely different girl now than the one from lunch today."
I opened and took a drink of the water as I slightly twisted back and forth in my seat and said, "Maybe this is the real me. They say who you are drunk is who you actually are sober but are too afraid to admit, or something along the lines of that."
"Yeah but I don't think that applies here. I think you're trying to find a way out." Drew said. He paused as if to think about if he really wanted to risk and say whatever he was going to say next but continued anyway, "Remember earlier when I said you had to do something so that you would stop thinking about everything and overthinking everything? You know, I didn't mean get drunk and almost go upstairs with a guy you don't know."
For some reason, that pissed me off, "Yeah? And who are you to tell me how to cope with my feelings and how to do things? You barely know me but you think you know what's best for me."
Drew put his hands up in surrender, "I'm not telling how to do things, you can cope how you want, I'm just giving you my advice. Regardless of if you asked for it or not. Also, I think you could've chosen a better guy than Luke to make out with."
"Oh who could that have been? You?" I said, with a smirk.
Drew smirked back with a shrug. And for a while, we just stared at each other, smirking with no words or comebacks. Just staring. That was until Cam had interrupted us.
"There you are!" he said, as he walked over to us, "I've been looking all over for you. Thought you left me for an Ice Hound."
"Nope, I saved her." Drew said to Cam, looking back at me with a smile, then looked back to Cam, "But aren't you an Ice Hound too?"
"Yeah but I'm not an Ice Hound." Cam replied, "We have different morals and ways of thinking about things. I like to be a human being who knows right from wrong but that's not really the Ice Hound motto."
"I think we could all gather that." Drew said, getting up. "Well I have to go back to hosting this party and saving my home from any serious damage, I'll see you guys later."
"See you later." I said, following him with my eyes as he walked back down the stairs to the basement.
"So, what's up with you two?" Cam asked, eyeing me with suspicion.
"Nothing."
"Yeah, that whole staring thing before I got here was nothing and also, by see you guys later, he meant you. So, nothing, huh?"
"Absolutely nothing, yes!" I said, laughing, "Drew's in a relationship and I can't even see myself thinking about him as more than a friend, at least right now. I just met him and though he's charming, I've learned that charming isn't always the best choice."
Cam began to argue but stopped, probably when he realized it would get nowhere. Instead he shrugged and let it go, continuing to something else, "So, I guess it's about time we should head out."
"Yeah, I suppose. You're gonna have to lead the way cause I'm a little blurry."
"If by blurry, you mean drunk then yeah, you're pretty blurry."
If you got that memory serum reference (divergent fans raise your hands) then you're amazing and if you didn't you're also amazing too. So yeah this chapter, seems Summer's heading into a party path hmmmm, what do you think about it? Don't forget to review, your feedback is my favorite! and I will see you next time we meet here with a new chapter (which will not be long hopefully).