Abigail stood there in utter shock. What was she supposed to do? Stand there and watch? After some hesitation, Abigail peeled her eyes away from the sight forcefully. She turned around, her heart being squeezed in the palms of none other than Isabel Dean. Wasting not another minute, she immediately ran downstairs, feeling overwhelmed at what she just witnessed. Abigail felt angry towards Isabel, she had a boyfriend and there she was kissing another girl. Most of Abigail's anger was jealousy. Isabel kissing another girl was even more painful to watch than her kissing Nate. Was she angry that Isabel was cheating on Nate, or that she was kissing Chloe?

She sat beside Delilah and Tyler, trying to act as normal as possible. Abigail now knew that Chloe and Isabel perfectly knew each other, the way their mouths moved in perfect rhythm- as if they were so familiar with each other's bodies- Abigail removed the suspicious thoughts that were clouding in her head and smiled as Avery made his way back, along with Nate. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, scared that she might spill what she had just saw.

Anxiety started to kick in for Abigail, she grabbed the nearest vodka bottle and brought it to her lips, not caring that it might have been already drunk by someone else. Delilah and Tyler started at her in disbelief, Nate and Avery cheering her on.

"Whoa, I think that's enough." Avery chuckled, grabbing the bottle and pulling it away from her mouth. Abigail knew she had drunk more than three shots, the distaste burned her throat and left behind a foul scent in her mouth. Abigail had drunk alcohol before but she had never downed such a strong beverage straight from the bottle in such a large quantity.

"Is that Abigail I see getting wasted?" Isabel's sultry voice soothed through the piercing noises of the party. Isabel stood there, as if she wasn't guilty of kissing another person.

Abigail felt foulness towards Isabel, she stared at her bitterly, a smile not once breaking through. Isabel moved towards Nate and gave him a quick peck on the lips, Abigail chuckled in mock, her tone acidic.

"Shall we get going?" She averted her attention to Abigail.

Abigail got up signalling a 'yes'. She stood there with her arms folded across her chest, waiting impatiently for Isabel to hurry. Not seeming rude, Abigail placed her lips onto Avery's, swiping her tongue on his bottom lip. She pulled back with a smirk as soon as Avery started deepening the kiss.

Isabel grabbed her arm and dragged her out the doors.

"You done kissing your boyfriend?" Isabel asked, a little annoyed and Abigail could not help but to scoff.

"Depends, you done kissing Chloe?" Abigail whispered under her breath, Isabel eyeing her wearily.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, let's just go." Abigail murmured, glad that Isabel didn't hear her.

✷✷

Abigail laid in Isabel's bed, for once in her life she felt uneasy around Isabel- and it wasn't a good thing. It was hard to admit but she genuinely felt bad for Nate, he didn't deserve that. She also didn't know why she was burning with such jealousy. Chloe was an extremely attractive female and knowing that Isabel was kissing a girl apart from her was heart wrenching. She tightened the pillow, she shouldn't be feeling this way. She had Avery.

Abigail closed her eyes and tried imagining scenarios with her and Avery getting romantic, her face scrunched in slight disgust. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't affectionately get involved with Avery.

The door opened and Isabel walked in innocently. Isabel noticed the constant look Abigail was giving her.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked, grinning unknowingly. Abigail smirked and shook her head.

"Whose lips do you like kissing?" Abigail blurted out, she knew she shouldn't have gulped all that alcohol down, it was making her burst out words and phrases she didn't want escaping.

"What?" Isabel chuckled nervously, Abigail could clearly tell she was starting to feel uncomfortable as Isabel sat on the side of the bed, texting away at her phone.

"Awn, are you worried?" Abigail bubbled into laughter, grabbing Isabel's cheeks and pulling them. "Your secret is safe with me." Abigail winked blatantly, leaning on Isabel's chest.

Isabel's face lost all remaining humor, she grabbed a hold of Abigail's shoulders, peering into her eyes. "Abigail are you drunk?"

"Maybe a little tipsy." Abigail giggled, patting her back aggressively.

"Maybe?" Isabel laughed, clearly noticing her intoxicated state.

"Well I don't know if I am."

"Let's find out then." Isabel bit her lip and flipped them over, her body on top of Abigail's; Abigail's stomach twisted in the process.

Isabel leaned down, her hair curtaining them from any outsiders. Sliding her fingers across Abigail's arm, Isabel linked their fingers together. Abigail, despite having little control over her limbs, felt herself exploding internally from bliss.

Just by having Isabel gazing at her so intensely, Abigail had forgotten all about Chloe or Nate or Avery for that matter. She was swept under the alcohol and ferocity of Isabel's hazel orbs. Isabel lowered herself further, their bodies flush against each other's. Dipping low, Isabel placed her lips onto Abigail's cheek.

To anyone, the sight was purely affectionate in the most innocent way. Yet for Abigail, feeling the plumpness of Isabel's lips pressed against her face was something fiery. Isabel moved her lips on Abigail's cheek, passionately savoring each inch of skin. What was more heart throbbing for Abigail was the fact that Isabel hadn't even touched her lips yet. Isabel was teasing her morally.

By now Abigail's whole face had gone bright red as Isabel let out a throaty chuckle, which to Abigail, was absolute seduction.

Isabel averted her gaze to Abigail's lips, proceeding closer and closer. Abigail's breathing had gotten uneven, her eyes were hooded with adoration. How she longed for this day to come.

Their lips, inches apart and their bodies stuck together. Just as Abigail was about to close the distance, the door bell emitted, snapping both of the girls away from each other and breaking the lusted trance they were held in.

God dammit, Abigail thought, regaining her composure as Isabel jumped off the bed to see the intruder that crushed Abigail's merriment.