Page 240 of Lilah
Music blasts through speakers throughout the house playing all the type of music I hate. Bekah walks off and Abby shrugs it off, rolling her eyes at her friend. They don't really seem like friends. Or good ones at least.
Abby grips onto my hand and pulls me past a hall filled with couples. My eyes nearly bulge when I see one girl's hand down a guy's pants, tickling his pickle fully in front of everyone, with not a care in the world.
We make it to the kitchen and Grey's rules flood my train of thought. I decide not to take any sort of chances, even when Abby offers me an unopened water bottle. She mixes herself a drink with all the different types of alcohol that sit on the counters.
Seeing the Jack Daniels sends flashes of bad memories into my brain but I push them to the side, forgetting about them.
I almost choke on air when I feel someone grip my hips and rub up against me as they pass behind me to get to the kitchen counter beside me.
Um...Grey never told me how to react to that.
Abby looks at the guy from the corner of her eye, a bit unhappily. He turns to me suddenly and smiles, flashing his pearly whites.
He's actually very cute and his skin is clearer than anyone I think I've ever seen.
Don't compliment him. Don't compliment him. Don't.
"You shouldn't be hiding those hips under that dress," he bites down on the corner of his bottom lip. My eyebrows furrow down.
I look down at the light blue polo shirt that covers his upper half. Grey doesn't like the guys who wear those, aka Aaron.
"Okaight," I stammer. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What did I just say?
Abby grips onto my hand once more and she tries to conceal her laughter at the word I just spoke.
We walk past a table and what I see makes my heart fall to the floor. I really shouldn't be here. I know I constantly talk about drugs but actually seeing someone snort white powder just shocks me to the core.
Oh dear Jesus take me out of this place.
Places like these are no way my forte. Sleep is more like my forte.
I don't think I like college parties very much. I think I want to go home and watch Hercules the children's movie again.
"This party is bigger than any other one I've ever been to," Abby shouts over the music, her eyes narrowing in worry.
We pass by a beer pong table and suddenly my arm is gripped by someone who is not Abby. I almost poop myself in fear until I'm met with familiar blue eyes.
"Azzy, what the hell are you doing here?" Aaron holds me close to him, speaking to me over the music.
"Partying like a party animal, what does it look like?" I laugh sheepishly.
"Aye bro," a random polo-wearing guy says from across the beer-pong table says, "that your girl? Sweet little thing, huh?"
Aaron lets a smirk onto his lips and I narrow my eyes at that smirk.
"Where's that little boy of yours?" He asks and I smell some alcohol on his breath.
"He left-" he interrupts me.He left for work.
"I was wondering when you were going to come to me telling me he left you," he says and my heart falls, "especially after our conversation."
"What?" I whisper. What is he talking about? Why would Grey leave me? Is he? What conversation?
"I knew you'd never work, what'd I tell you?" he smiles smugly and I grow angry at him. Why is he acting like this?
"I'm here for you Azzy," he smiles but unlike when he usually smiles, I don't admire his adorable dimples. He raises his hand and places it on my jaw. When he moves his face closer to mine, I pick up a cup from the table and throw the contents onto him, shocking myself.
Before seeing his reaction, I grip onto Abby's hand and pull her away from the scene.
