Chapter 9
“Whatever.” I shrugged nonchalantly then turned around to look at the ma*s of teenagers. They looked utterly out of their minds, drunk, high and hopefully not on drugs. There were some I recognized from school but never spoke to.
But there were some who looked too old to be in the same age group as me. I feel a heavy arm drape around my shoulder, the weight a bit uncomfortable. I turn sideways to see the culprit. “Let’s go.” Ryan says dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.
Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasn’t so sure if I was intoxicated with whatever was floating in the air. The
kitchen didn’t seem to be as crowded as the living room area. But the stench of alcohol was more prominent in the air.
I looked around, spotting the big cooler that was filled with different beverages. Ryan moves his hands off my shoulder, thankfully. And darts over to the fridge. My eyes almost bulge out of it’s sockets for the amount of beers that were over packed inside.
“There’s more?” I stupidly ask as I scan over the drinks. Some of the teenagers that still lingered in the kitchen looked at me strangely. I shrugged not in the moment to care for their judging.
“Want anything Ash?” Ryan yells over his shoulder and rummages through the fridge for whatever he was desperately was looking for.
“A bottle of water would be much appreciated.” I grumble wanting to get out of there. Why did I come here? This isn’t exactly my scene.
“Of course you would take a bottle of water.” A voice dripping of sarcasm reaches my ears. I turn to see who and wasn’t surprised to see Stacy heading my way. Blake’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. I feel the burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.
I turn away not liking the cocky expression on her ugly face. Okay she wasn’t ugly but could you really blame me? The girl got what I always wanted, Blake.
care. I did. I hated that she always wanted to make me look like a
don’t think there’s water.” Ryan responds then grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers then grabs one beer in the other hand. I narrow my eyes and walk over to
lying.” I scoff and bend over to rummage through the endless beer. Not seeing any bottle of water in sight I breathed out in
around. I’m confused to see Stacy glaring
blue eyes. His gaze was focused on me or more specifically my legs. My brows furrowed
water in the pipe.” I uttered. Grabbed a plastic cup and head over to the sink. After filling the cup with the water I greatly needed at the
to the kitchen table. “Beer pong.” He says whilst shaking the beer in his
my
even bother coming here if you don’t want to
has an underlying warning
what fine, let’s play that peer pong.” I hissed, cutting him off and walk
pong Ley.”
“Whatever.” I grumble.
her Ley, use her name.” I could distinctly hear Stacy’s whine. I zoned out their conversation not
watching as he starts to lay cups and form them
pong ball. Think Miller has one around?” Ryan asked Blake
it if