Something's going to happen guy...

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The place was wasted. The people at the place were wasted. 

It was a party alright and Liam Chuck did a great job at it. The guy was packed with his daddy's money, everyone wouldn't expect less.

There weren't anyone outside at the front. Everyone was busy on the inside, dancing, talking and just rubbing themselves on strangers. I always wondered why they loved doing it. Dancing didn't make sense. Music didn't make sense.

I made my way inside an almost mansion-like house, the sign of the host no where to be seen. Katie and Mason got lost as soon as they entered and I was left to be alone.

Tracy pretended that I wasn't there ever since she climbed into Manson's car and I didn't mind. At least she knew that she'd made me upset. Tracy's friends though, they didn't give a shit. As soon as they saw me, they giggled and pointed. One even came up to me and pretended that she was sorry for her friends only to get me a drink so she could dance.

It pissed me off.

I did drink though. A lot. I knew I shouldn't because I needed to remember to get a girl with me. I moved around the place, going in and out of the kitchen whenever I needed more liquor. Guys from the team and class came and talked to me and other than that, everyone was busy.

They either were dancing, having the time of their life, not caring that their eardrums were going to burst, or taking selfies, pushing drunkly at the camera.

I tumbled here and there after an hour of partying alone. Finally though, I found Drake, who was busy flirting with a girl, a grade lower than us.

"Dude, really come on, I was actually enjoying her company."

I whined at him, squeezing his shoulders together. He was really muscly. "Give me company!"

He chuckled, sitting me down on the place where the girl'd been. "How much did you drink man?!"

He was yelling over the music that was coming from the inside. We were outside, near the large pool that a few were drunkenly swimming around in.

"I don't know man! But, dude! Get me a girl now!"

"What?"

"I wanna girl! I wanna girl!" I danced around, moving my shoulders up and down. I was wasted.

"Alright, alright, stay here idiot. I'll get you a girl. Man, you always make me play cupid whenever you're drunk!"

Then Drake was gone.

I sat by myself, laughing whenever an idiot drunkenly jumped into the pool. People where so stupid. Some of then turned to me with a weird look and I yelled at them to mind their own business. I could laugh at whoever I want.

"Hey Alan."

I turned on the spinning chair to see Sarah Miller, making her way up to me. She wore the same type of short shorts as Katie and a tight bra-like top. Did she forget to wear clothes?

What are clothes?

I was wondering if I ever wore clothes when my thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my arm. It made its way up and over my shoulders and then suddenly, all I could smell was the sweat and perfume of the girl.

It didn't go so well with my drunken mind.

"Don't touch girly." My head ached and I wondered if she felt the same. "You forgot your clothes..."

She giggled, pulling me close. I placed my hands on the edge of her hip since I had no other choice. "Yeah, I made it easier for you. Wanna go up? It'll be fun."

I thought about it. I came to the party to get laid, not to go up and have fun.

I shook my head. "No! I wanna go!"

She seemed startled by my sudden outburst but I couldn't care. I wanted to get laid.

"Get me a girl! A girl! I wanna a girl!" I started dancing on the chair again and Sarah jumped away.

Finally, some air.

"What the heck?!" I didn't care about her and continued to dance. Then I realized that I needed more drink. "Why are you so weird when you're drunk? I'm going."

"Go! Whatever! You're an asshole!" I shook my arms in the air. It felt nice to live a little. "You're a fucking asshole! Max fucking Winters! Run! I'll kill you!"

I screamed and whined. I wondered if someone would come and get me.

"This is a sight to see."

I spun around again, coming face to face with a familiar face. "Oh! You must be..." I dragged the word, shaking my head from side to side. "Derick!" He shook his head no. "Terick?" Another no. "Perick! Serick! Oh, oh, oh! I know! It's Jojo isn't it? What are doing here my man?!"

My head rang a little and I shook it off.

"Hey, I was seriously thinking of talking to you! Could you take your time when you're cleaning the boy's locker room?! It's never properly cleaned! It's so gross man!"

Jojo chuckled, shaking his head, his hair moving along. That's weird, I could swear that Jojo hand black hair like me. When did he dye it brown?

"I like your new hair!"

He raised a brow and I pulled him to sit with me. "New hair?"

"Yeah! I love brown hair! What's it called again? Brun... bruh... brown..."

"Brunette?"

"Yeah!" I hit him on his back. "Wow Jojo! You're so smart! I think you should've gone to a better school. Maybe then, you would've received a medal for being the smartest kid in school!"

He chuckled again and I really liked the sound. Jojo didn't sound like Jojo, but then again, I've never talked with him before. "I already have enough awards for that."

I nodded not knowing what to say. He just stared at me so I did the same.

Then only did I notice his eyes. They were blue, or green. I wasn't sure. But I loved it. It looked magical and before I knew it, I was leaning in to get a better look.

"Wow."

I stared at it as it fluttered open and close. The lashes were long and I started at every single hair. Jojo must cry a lot.

"What... are you doing?"

I sighed, leaning away. "Why do you cry so much?" Jojo didn't answer. I turned to him to see him turn away. "You know what?! I wanna girl!"

His attention was back to me. "You what?"

"I want to girl! Gosh! Why is it so fucking hard for people to understand?! I wanna girl! Get me a girl! Get me a girl!"

I was screaming on top of my lungs! How could they not understand?!

"Fine, whatever Alan, I'll get you a girl."

He jumped off the seat and walked away. I sulked. Everyone hated me. No one wanted me. Not even a girl.

I continued to sulk and realized that I had nothing to do at the noisy place and decided to leave. Just as I entered the house again, someone blocked my view and stood still.

"What the hell man, move."

The guy didn't so I sighed in annoyance, eyeing the bottle a girl was carrying. I reached for it, chugging it down in one go. The liquid burnt my throat and the acid really spiked me up. I didn't get to finish though because the bottle was snatched away.

"Hey!"

"That's enough." I looked up at the guy and immediately recognized him. How could I not, I hated his guts.

"Max fucking Winters."

We were standing close because the place was packed, which meant that we didn't have to yell to get our sentences to each other. "What happened to 'Jojo'?"

I frowned. "What the heck? Are you drunk?!" He just stared at me. "Why would that fucker janitor be at a party asshole! Get your shit together! Looks like you're not that smart after all!"

A second passed a I noticed the song in the background was Timber. Who the heck was the DJ? That song was so old.

Swing your body round and round...

I didn't have time to check on it though, because Max Winters started to laugh, in front of me, at me.

"What?" He didn't respond. "Dude, you fucking need to get a doctor." Then I realized that I was seeing two Max Winters. "Fuck, I need a fucking doctor."

"Yeah, you do." Max placed a hand on my arm and raised a brow. How dare he fucking touch me? "Come on now, let's go."

Let's make a night, you won't remember...

He pulled me before I could respond and the alcohol in me started to react. When I looked up, Max was no where to be seen. But there was a guy in front of me, watching me with careful eyes.

"You done? Sorry I pulled you fast."

I shake my head, smiling sweetly at him. How did I ever not notice such a handsome guy in my school? "Your eyes are beautiful!"

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What's wrong with Alan, lol?