♫ playing the blame game - you me at six
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FRIDAY - JANUARY 25TH
Fitz - yes, that crazy twat - is having a huge party at the Silverstein's house. There will be loads of free junk and booze, so bring your sluttiest garments and get ready to shake that arse.
I heard a light knock from outside my room and Alex’s voice. I made a sound of affirmation and promptly heard the door open. Looking up, I see him standing there, somewhat sheepishly, a small smile on his lips.
“So I’m having someone over tonight for drinks and whatnot, and, well, you know the walls are thin, so…” I grimaced, thinking about the nights where I’ve heard creaking and pounding from the room beside mine when Alex has had someone over. I can’t be judgmental, though, because I’m sure he’s heard me the same amount of times. Shaking my head slightly, I look at him, perched on the end of my bed.
“I was just wondering if you were plannin’ on bein’ home tonight and if I should attempt to keep it down?”
I laugh at that statement. “Alex, we both know you can’t keep it down. But I won’t be in tonight. I’m goin’ to a party, so you don’t have to worry about me overhearing you and your boy-toy, dear.” I give him a sweet smile as he laughs. He pushes himself forward, wraps a hand around the back of my neck so I can’t move my head and plants a closed-lipped kiss right on my mouth.
Alex leans back, his face close, and smiles at me. “Fuckin’ love you, Lens.”
I laugh and push him back. “Soppy bastard.”
He chuckles, hopping off of my bed and heads out, shouting, “You LOVE it!” before shutting the door behind him.
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A load of shots of tequila and lines of cocaine later, I was on a high. Rubbing at the bottom of my nostrils and pinching my bridge, I leaned back into the couch I was sitting on, my eyes closed. I could feel the ground pulsing ever-so-slightly under the soles of my wedge boots. People were all around, making loads of racket, but it was all muffled once it hit my ears. Nothing particularly stuck out to pay notice to. I darted my eyes from side to side under my eyelids before opening them and getting a look at what was going on. Everything was sharper than the last time I looked. Effect from the cocaine, no doubt. That last one did it. How many was that? Five? Six? Ten, maybe? I never kept count. I never needed to. I didn’t feel as bouncy as usual. Maybe it was the amount inhaled. I really couldn’t give a rats ass what it was, to be honest. As long as it was giving me something, I would take it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan drop down beside me, giving me a smile. “Hey, Lens. How’re you doin’?”
“Doing fan-fuckin’-tastic, Jord,” I replied, giving a somewhat wicked smile. “And yourself?”
“Vibing. You know how much I like house parties,” he smiled and pulled a spliff up to his mouth, taking a long drag. He handed it out to me before dropping his hand again when I shook my head.
“So where’s your girlfriend?” I look at him, cocking my head to the side.
“Winter isn’t my girlfriend, Lennon. Come on, now,” Jordan says as he gives me a blank look.
“Ah,” I murmur. “I never said Winter.” I smile at him. Mind games were fun for me.
“Yeah, well, I knew who you were referring to. Do we really need to revisit last week?” I cringe slightly, my face scrunching up. That was still a bit of a sore subject on my end. To be honest, we hadn’t really talked since the whole bar scene, which was weird, since we were good friends. Jordan seems to notice the way I reacted as he gives me a frown. “Sorry ‘bout all that, by the way.”
I shrug. “Brought it on myself, I guess. Can’t just go around kissin’ anyone anymore.”
“S’not like you had any idea that it would blow up like that,” he mumbled.
“True, but still,” I replied. I figured I should try to completely patch everything up so I muttered, “Sorry if I caused you any problems.”
“Lennon?” Jordan put on a look of fake shock, completely ruining the moment I was trying to create. “You – you’re APOLOGIZING? A true, sincere, honest-to-god apology?”
I shoved him. “Wanker.”
“Never thought I’d see that day!”
“I hate you.”
He just smiled at me. “I’m sorry too, Lens.”
I nodded at him, giving a smile back. Hopefully this would put us back on our normal tracks. Looking in his direction, I saw a couple of guys hovering a few feet away. “Your rugby stalkers are here, Jordie,” I say, looking past him at the two boys seemingly waiting for Jordan’s next move. Jordan just gives a laugh and shakes his head.
“Best be off, then.”
He stands up and plants a kiss on the top of my head, giving me a smile. I flash one back in his direction and say, “Thanks for being a good mate, Jord.”
My eyes traveled around the room, looking for someone or something – I didn’t really know what. They finally settled on Mia and Winter, standing together across the room, chatting. I could always talk to them easily. Getting up, I stumbled a bit, my sense of equilibrium off slightly. Some guy grabbed my elbow, steadying me and asking if I was okay. I nodded, giving him a thankful smile, before walking off and over to the blonde and brunette in the corner.
“Hey Lens,” Mia greets once I’m in front of them.
Winter flashes me a smile. “You look a bit hazy.”
I shrug, my head flicking to the side a bit in the process. “That’s drugs for ya.”
“Have you noticed how many fuckin’ slags there are hanging around here tonight?” Mia asks, her eyes fixed on the main crowd of people. That was the thing about Mia: she is extremely blunt and says whatever she feels like saying. Someone’s got to be brutally honest and I’m glad it’s her. Though her question was rhetorical, I decide to answer and say, “Well, Fitz threw it. What do you expect?” This emits a laugh from Winter and a smile from Mia.
“That’s the damn truth,” Mia states.