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Fine but I need that drawer by tonight. Our place is a disaster and once school starts, I don't think we'll have time to unpack and organize our stuff.
P.s. you still owe me that massage ;)
I closed the messaging app once I sent the message then went back to Instagram. I've been spending the last two hours stalking Shawn Mendes and Hailey Baldwin. I've always shipped him with Camila Cabello since that catchy song I Know What You Did Last Summer but it seemed like my ship had to sink in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Camila had found herself a boyfriend too and even though the whole thing looked like a PR stunt for me, I had to admit Matthew Hussey did look cute. Plus, just like Harry Styles, he's British.
I grabbed the red plastic cup and took a drink before putting it back on the edge of the bathtub. I was getting my Sherlock Holmes on and digging proof that Camila and Matthew's relationship was fake when a loud repeated knock came from the bathroom door.
"Hey! Whoever inside, I need to pee! Come out now! You've been there for hours!" yelled a girl from the other side of the door.
"Shit!" I put my phone into the pocket of my leather jacket and picked up my red cup. I went to the door but took two steps back and press the flush button although there was nothing to flush. I knew I'd been spending the last one hour and a half, playing with my phone while hiding in the bathroom, but I wasn't stupid to let the others know about it. I mean, how lame was that? I was at a party for Hemmings' sake.
I unlocked the door. Before I even had a chance to open it, someone already did. "What the hell were you doing?" asked a blonde girl with gorgeous green eyes. If a look could kill, I'd be dead.
"Relax, Frey." I slid my gaze past her shoulder to a good-looking guy in a white shirt. I nearly dropped my cup but he caught it and handed it to me. "Be careful." Those baby blues sparkled when he smiled. If Adam Levine played a movie and they needed someone to play as his brother, I would definitely pick this guy.
The girl, Frey or whatever her name was, shot me another murdering look. "Shut up, Ken!" She pushes the door wide open, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into the bathroom. He let out a deep chuckle and gave me an apologetic smile, as if saying 'what can I do, this hot girl holds my hand and we are about to get naked'.
The door slammed shut and I rolled my eyes. Need to pee my ass, more like they needed a place to bang. "Where is Batman when I need him? Why is he busy saving Gotham and not me?" I muttered to myself.
It took less than twenty seconds for me to run down the stairs. I knew I had to escape before I started to hear moans and other disturbing noises from the bathroom.
The party downstairs looked just like it was one and a half hours ago when I fled upstairs. Some guys were by the pool playing beer pong and cheering super loud that they should've joined the cheerleader squad. I was going to stand in the corner but each corner has been turned into a place for a make-out session. I walked past the living room to the media room where some guys were playing video games on one side of the room as the rest of the room was used as a dance floor. Loud EDM music blasted through the stereo and people were jumping up and down to the beat.
I love Troye Sivan and his music but right now, with the song played on a max volume that it basically wanted to murder my ears, I wanted to bust the stereo.
Once I turned to the right, leaving all the dancing people behind and entering the other part of this huge house, the music went down to somewhat bearable. I could finally enjoy my beer while listening to Troye and Martin killed the song. It seemed that the song was on replay since it started from the beginning again.
♫ I woke up pissed off today and lately, everyone feels fake, somewhere I lost a piece of me, smoking cigarettes on balconies ♫
Just when I finally found my peace, one guy shouted, "Did you see that? I've told you I could do it with one hand!"
I turned on my right and saw a bunch of guys and girls were semi-naked. What the fück?
"How did you manage to unhook it without looking?" asked the redhead guy with thick brows. He looked genuinely curious as he leaned in closer to the girl, who was shirtless but still had her bra on, which she held tight against her chest with both of her hands. "There's like three hooks there, man. And they're damn tiny."
The first guy laughed. "Just snap them at once. Just like this." His voice got louder at each word as if he wanted to showcase his superiority. I immediately understood what they were on about once the guy put his hand on the girl's back.
They were trying to unhook her bra with one hand. Geez, college party turned out to be crazier than high school. A lot crazier. Some people just lack the ability to realize that everyone in the room wants them to shut up. Well, maybe not everyone, maybe just me.
I wasn't a party pooper, I really wasn't. I loved partying during my junior years in high school, clubbing and drinking, and drunk dancing. But those days seemed so far away now, I felt that I was getting bored at those. So in my senior year, I decided to leave the partying and getting drunk to the jocks and the cheerleaders.
I grabbed the red plastic cup and headed to the kitchen for a refill, leaving the noisy crowd behind. The kitchen was located at the far end, away from the noises the party has caused, and I was glad that my ears didn't have to suffer any longer.
And that was when I first saw him, making out with a blonde on top of the kitchen counter as if they were at his place and not at a party. They still had their clothes on, thank God, although her blouse was hanging low. Her shoulders were exposed, showing the whole world her red lacy bra band, yet she didn't seem to care. Or should I say, 'too busy to care'.