I really didn't want to be here. The loud music, the cliques, the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat, the strange faces the morning regrets. This was just not my scene. I walked in the house trying to make my way to the kitchen. Some random guy pushed me and I fell on my ass. 

Fuck! I thought to my self as the pain shot up my back people stepping over me. Aubrey I swear I am just going to kill you. I stood up and painfully walked to the living room looking for a place to seat. After a short painful search I found a seat in the corner a bit isolated. I looked at my phone, no message. So I decided to send one myself. 

To Aubreez.

Where the fuck are you?

I locked my phone and started to watch the crowd. People where grinding on eachother to the rythm of the music. Some where doing some very explicit things in public which may or may not lead to regret in the morning. A group of guys where playing drinking games. Some where smoking in some corner. And a couple where making out next to me and the girl sat on the arm rest of the chair I was in and wrapped her legs around the guy. 

Before I could get up the way out was instantly crowded. I figured there was no better place any way so I sunk in my seat. I pulled the collar of my leather jacket up and shifted my eyes uncomfortably. Now more than ever I felt out of place. Yeah, I really don't belong here. I jumped a bit when my phone buzzed.

From Aubreez

In the kitchen.

I instantly got up and pushed my way through the sea of bodies. I got to the kitchen without my ass greeting the floor again thankfully. I scanned the room and spotted a brunette making out with another brunette. Jesus Christ Aubrey. I thought as I rolled my eyes.

"You two need to get a room."  I said and she turned and gave me a big smile and hugged me tight. I hugged her back. "Hey, E," I said to they guy she was making out with.

Aubrey and Ethan where fated partners. They had met two years ago while we were on a school trip in our last year of highschool. People say they are lucky they met this young. I am happy for her too but I just think they over do it with the PDA. Aubrey had been my best friend since I could walk. Our moms are cousin and lived next to each other so our relationship was practically set in stone.

"Hey dude," he took a sip of his drink in a red cup.

Just when Aubrey let me go he pulled her close his chest to her back. She giggled. And he started kissing her neck. I shook my head.

"Okay, seriously, no one wants to see this,"

"You're just jealous," she said as they started swinging  from side to side.

"Yes, yes, because everyone wants their face sucked in front of everyone else." I scoffed. I could see she was holding back a reply. "So why on earth did you decide to rag me to the pits of hell?" I said as I looked around.

"You're such a drama king,"

"Well I had to be a king of something." I shrugged.

"Well it's your birthday baby, I thought I'd get you shit faced before you actually graduated college and your youth with regrets." she turned and made me a cocktail of whatever was on the counter. She handed me the drink and I looked at the brown liquid with a frown then looked at her.

"Yeah, no I'm not drinking this." I pushed the cup towards her.

"Okay, then let's do this, it's on Friday I don't have classes on the weekend so we can do whatever you want if you do this now," she said guiding my hand and the cup to my mouth. The offer did sound tempting. I mean I could get her to do everything I wanted that she didn't like.

"Okay deal, as long as you're not allowed to complain tomorrow." I raised my brow. She simply nodded as the look of excitement washed over her face. I really didn't get why she was so hell bound on doing this. I took a breath and took a tinny sip before I could lower the cup Aubrey pushed the cup up and made me drink more, much more. I scrunched up my face at the bitter taste. Almost choking on the drink, I coughed so hard. She proceeded to cheer and everyone else joined. I rolled my eyes.

The next moment went by in a haze. One moment I was being forced to down a drink the next I was playing stupid drinking games with guys I didn't know. Then I found myself sandwiched between a guy and a girl dancing. There was some more drinking then that is as far as I can remember.

I felt a heavy weight on my chest and thighs. I growled myself awake. I rubbed my eyes and half opened them. The sunlight was a bit harsh, it made the person with the hammer in my head so motivated to work. I looked down and some girl was sleeping on top of me. I looked around the room to try to piece together where I was. I was sitting on the isolated chair in the living room with a beer bottle in hand. 

I tried getting up but the guy wasn't having it and hammered harder. I clenched my eyes at the pain. I took a breath and decided to do this again. I slowly got up and curried the girl bridal style and put her on the chair. I slowly walked over the passed out people on the floor and made my way to the door. The sunlight was not forgiving. I checked to see if I had everything I came with in my possession, I did. I looked at my Jeep and decided against driving it, it was parked a cross the street so I'd just come for it a bit later or make Aubrey do it. I hugged my jacket closer to my body and started the 15 minute walk to my apartment. 

Not even five minutes had passed when a car pulled up next to me. I looked at the familiar car. The window rolled down to reveal Ethan. I continued walking. He honked his car at me. I turned around showing how annoyed I was. He pulled up next to me again.

"Get in." He said

"Why?" I asked annoyed.

"Because your house is far by foot, I have coffee and am being generous,"

"Wow, Saint Ethan, I don't know how the world would revolve without your kindness," I rolled my eyes. "Where's Aubrey?"

"Passed out at home in her bed. Are you getting in or nah." He was getting impatient. 

I contemplated my options. First off my headache was make it so much harder to walk, the sun was scorching and I was over it. I reluctantly got in and curled against the car door feeling a bit uncomfortable. I don't want to be next to him.