Arabella Rivera "Since when do you drink?" Gwen uttered in shock as she followed me to the kitchen. There were bottles of alcohol lined and cramped on the kitchen island in the middle and many red plastic cups lined vertically into a tower on the sides. I took one quickly, nearly throwing down the cups in the process. "Since now." I grumble and reached for a clear glass bottle that had the name vodka written in bold dark blue letters. Why the hell did he have to come here? Maybe he left once he noticed I was here. The thought brought on some comfort to me at least, but not enough to convince me. I poured myself a full cup of vodka and rushed the cup to my mouth and took a swig. I swallowed all of it quickly and regretted it instantly. It burned my throat and I coughed. Gwen patted my back as I tried to swallow in some air. "Jeez, why didn't you take your time with it?" She asked as she slammed her palm on my back. I coughed, wheezing. I placed the bottle down on the counter, glaring down at it. It should've saved me from my thoughts, not potentially kill me. My lips turned numb but I suppose that was the alcohol already working. "So strong." I coughed, palm pressed to my mouth. Gwen continued to pat my back. "It is. You've never drank alcohol before and you guzzled down the entire contents of the cup. How are you still on your feet?" She joked. "Am I really? Because I can't feel my feet." I wheezed. My throat still burned with the reminder of alcohol as I tried to suck in much needed air. This was a bad choice, drinking alcohol I mean. The results would no doubt make me look stupid if I'm lightweight as fuck. By the numb feeling quickly conquering my body I knew I was in trouble. I have been making some bad choices lately and it always has to do something with him. He fucking did this to me. "I hate him." I grumble under my breath but it seems to have caught Gwen's attention. "Who?" She asked confused. "No one." I shook my head. "It's the alcohol talking."Gwen laughed and reached for the bottle of vodka I had just placed down. "I remember my first time getting drunk." She winced. "Not pretty. I had words markered on my ass cheeks that refused to wash off after a week." "All the guys I boned had to see that while they fucked me from the back."She throws the bottle cap somewhere in the room and took a swig of the burning liquid straight from the bottle. Now it was my turn to wince. "Anyway let's have some fun." Her fingers wrap around my wrist and tugged me along with her while the other held the bottle of vodka. I don't protest, not really having the urge to anyway. I was definitely a lightweight. I'm not proud of that. Somehow the music got louder, blaring through the entire house. Gwen dragged me through sweaty bodies until we neared the dancing teens. I shook my head, trying to tug my hand out of hers. It's of no use. "No Gwen-" "Shush, it's time to loosen up." She turned around to face me and yelled over the blasting music. "Come on Arabella, live a little." She grinned dragging me to the mass of sweaty bodies. I looked around, nervous and awkward, until my eyes land on him. He stood in a far corner, hands crossed across his chest as he leaned his back on the wall. Darkness loomed over him as he surveyed the room as if in search of something, or someone. He looked lost and uncomfortable being here. Then those dark eyes stopped on, me. I held my breath. Gwen suddenly halted in the middle of the dancing bodies and whirled around to face me completely. Her hands gripped my wrist more firmly as she starts to swing her hips to the music, coaxing me to follow her. "Come on babe!" She yelled. My eyes draw back to Haiden and I bit into the bottom of my lip. Maybe I should loosen up a bit. Show him that he didn't have a hold on me. I rip my eyes away from him and looked at Gwen. I yank the bottle of vodka from her grasp and took a swig of the burning liquid. It slithered down my throat and I groan. Gwen laughs at my expression. "You'll get used to it!" She shout. I nodded and turned around. She wanted me to loosen up. Then I'd loosen up. Holding the bottle of vodka in one hand I pushed my bottom to her front and started rolling my hips. "Woah! Atta girl." Gwen giggled, matching my rhythm as we danced to the music. I was starting to lose myself to the music. But it probably had to do with the alcohol currently sloshing in my stomach. My hips rolled, swayed, my bottom grinding onto Gwen's thigh as we giggled. I took another swig of the alcohol and turned to where he stood. He was still there. Looking at me with a clenched jaw. His eyes rolled down my figure and goosebumps rage on my skin. Maybe it was the alcohol but I took his peering as a good sign that I finally had his attention after days of his cold attitude. My free hand touched my sweaty neck that glistened under the light. My fingers trail down to the space just between my breast as my eyes burned through his across the room. He's like a hawk, following my every movement with a heated stare. I grinned. I finally had him right where I wanted him. I rolled my hips even more, and took another swig of the alcohol. My body felt numb and the beat of my heart roared in my ears. "Damn babe!" Gwen giggled behind me loudly. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight if you keep this up." I knew I caught the attention of mostly every male here tonight. I could feel their disgusting stares on my bottom. But I only want one male's attention. Something I shouldn't want considering what's going on between us, well the lack of. "Give me a swig at it." Gwen yelled hand reaching out from the back of me. I tear my eyes away from Haiden to hand Gwen the bottle of vodka that was nearly half empty. "Hey babe, want to dance?" A voice lured me to the front. Facing the blonde teen boy who looked like he had on way too many drinks, I shook my head. He wasn't the boy I wanted. My eyes go back to where Haiden stood only to see that he wasn't here anymore. Disappointment weighed heavy on my heart and stomach. "No thank you." I declined the boy's offer. I was so stupid. Thinking that I'd impress him by acting like a slut. But wasn't those kinds of girls he was attracted to? Why am I still hung up on him when we weren't even together? It isn't fair that I was still thinking about him while being this tipsy. "Oh come on babe I could show you a good time." The boy insisted even though he never had my attention in the first place. My eyes were still glued to where he stood moments ago. Did he leave with some girl upstairs? The thought made my stomach twist with unease as I pictured him fucking someone like he fucked me. Nausea crawled up my throat. I turn to Gwen, completely ignoring the guy who was still waiting for my answer. "I'll be back." I shout over the music. She nods, already looking half out of it. I pushed past icky bodies that reeked of alcohol and perspiration while fighting the urge to vomit. I raced upstairs on unstable legs and made my way towards the first bathroom I could find.Twisting the knob open, I staggered inside. My eyes fall on him, standing in front of the mirror, head down while cleaning off what seems to be some sort of liquid on his shirt. I gasped in shock. We haven't been this close in a while. His head snaps to me, his body turning around as he realized I was the one intruding. His lips part and eyes turn into shock. "Bella-" I couldn't hold it anymore and the vomit I had been fighting to keep down rushes out in a mess. Haiden staggers back as I throw up on his jeans and shoes.