Her friend is with another one in the car. I saw them at the party, but I can't recall their names, even after they said it. All I remember is they are both living in the dorms and like drinking as much as we do. By the time we reach the house we have emptied the bottle, and Victoria has occupied the time by talking, mostly complaining about her roommate.

The house is as full as it was the other night. Victoria explained to me lot of parties were organized before class start to, and I quote, "enjoy ourselves as much as possible before going back to hell".

We make our way inside toward her bunch of friends. I sit next to Victoria on the floor which is still not sticky, I suppose boys can clean after all. She hands me a cup that I fill with Vodka from one of the bottles resting in front of me.

Nate is here, as well as is Alessia. Great. They are both sitting next to each other, but there are talking to different persons. I don't know if they noticed our arrival. I hate to feel this discomforting feeling in me now I am around them, yet, I am ready to respond if it is needed.

Nate seems to be really into his conversation and the plain black t-shirt he wears looks good on him. The last time I saw him so joyful was at this same place. His smile has created a dimple on his left cheek, making him more approachable and less arrogant.

"Hey, how are you?" Interrupted in my thoughts, I lower my cup from my lips and lift my gaze. Adam is standing next to me, a smile already hanging on his lips.

"Hey. I am good. What about you?" I smile back as he sits next to me. I am truly happy to see him here, I know I will have a good time in his company.

"Not so bad," he admits. When he asks about my day, I explain how Victoria stood me up, obliging me to go to the mall with Nate instead. The smirk on his lips adds to my previous thought that he doesn't really appreciate him. I can't blame him.

The alcohol makes me more social than ever since I get here. I find myself talking with everyone around, getting involved in many discussions, some even nicely ask if Georgia is okay. I feel like people appreciates me, and it is pleasurable.

However, when I receive a text from one of my friends to tell me a jerk already broke her heart, my good mood slightly drops, and the Vodka I swallowed doesn't help to restraint all the hate I have for this boy. Caroline is a sentimental girl, still believing in the Prince Charming, yet, always falling for the first "nice" coming guy. I love her, but she sometimes can be annoying with this, still, I do my best to cheer her up, remembering her how beautiful and sexy she is, how he definitively doesn't deserve her, and even less her tears.

It breaks my heart that I can't help her other than through the phone. I have a strong desire to jump into a car to drive to her university and hug her tight. In a moment like this, I hate distance.

Decided to call her to make her feel better, I stand up, but my head spins when I get on my feet, so I squeeze my eyes shut until it passes. I hear Victoria asking me with a laugh if I am okay. I nod, informing her I have a call to make.

I walk through to pack crowd, finding it harder to get out than I imagined. Focused on reaching the door as fast as possible, I trip over someone's feet and would have fallen if someone hasn't caught my arm to prevent me to do.

"Watch where you are going," I hear a growl from behind me as I feel a pressure on my arm. The guy I stumbled on gives me a strange stare, looking me up and down as do his friends.

I turn my face and my eyes land on Nate. He still holds firmly my arm which hurts actually. I am surprised to see him, I haven't noticed he has left the circle.

I put myself back properly on my feet, and when I am stable, he releases my arm. Should I thank him? Usually, I would, but I can't bring myself to do it. I could never say it out loud, but I am glad he rescued me. On the corner of my eyes, I notice the guy I bumped into takes his distance, probably afraid I would fall again.

"Can't you be more careful?" Nate's voice is harsh. His deep green eyes are staring at me, his face displaying no other expressions than anger, but I would bet he is annoyed as well. He gives me the impression to be a little girl he scowls at.

"I suppose no," I reply in a sight, knowing this discussion will not bring anything else than another fight, so why arguing. I rub my arm where I am sure a red mark is going to appear.

I am sure he already regrets his kind gesture. He probably did it to not create a mess inside of his house rather than for me. His eyes lower on my arm that I keep gently rubbing. He frowns a little as he watches me doing, so I stop. I am too proud for his hypothetical apologies because of his strong grip, but he seems to soften him anyway.

"Are you leaving?" He asks after a short pause, raising one of his eyebrows as I can hear a hint of surprise in his tone, his eyes back on me. He probably has noticed what I intended to do before his intervention.

"No, I have a friend to call," I explain even if I'm sure he doesn't care. I don't even know why I tell him and less why he asked. He was probably hoping I was leaving, or he is just making conversation.

He keeps staring at me in a quite confusing and disturbing way like he is analyzing me. I frown watching him doing when a smirk raises on his lips, making me frown even more.

"What?" I harshly ask, the exasperation growing in me.

"You are funny," he replies, still amusingly smirking as his green eyes are slightly sparkling. His smile creates the dimple I saw previously. I don't know what I did to entertain him, but I am not sure to want to hear the answer. It doesn't help me to calm.

"I didn't come here to be insulted, especially by you, I got enough today, so if you don't mind I have more important things to do," I try to contain my anger, but the alcohol still running in my system exacerbates my reactions.

"You are exactly the girl I thought you were," I hear him saying as a statement. His voice has nothing rude anymore and has playfulness in it instead.

"I beg your pardon," I ask through grit teeth, hoping for him I misheard.

"I said, you are exactly the girl I thought you were" he repeats. He folds his arms on his chest and leans his shoulder against the wall, his smirk widening on the corner of his lips. His mood has lightened, which is the all the contrary of mine.

"You have no fucking idea of who I am." I take a step forward as I answer, pointing my finger at his chest. If he wanted to piss me off, jackpot.

"Oh yes, I do."