Hurt By You ✔️

Eight

I asked beforehand to make sure it was okay.

But the party started around 8:00 and it was 8:30. It was also dark too so we thought we would just hang out at my house and get freshened up before the party.

One thing I did to cope with everything that happened two years ago was party. I would drink my sorrows away and dance until I couldn't anymore.

I haven't gone to a party in a while though. I thought that what I was doing was helping me but in reality, I just felt worse because after I drank the alcohol, I drank I soon felt like a mess. I cried to my best friend about everything when I was drunk.

That was the only time I would cry even just a little and let my guard down.

But I am different than I was. I have grown and learned how to deal with things on my own. Living with my grandmother taught me how to do that since she was also part of the reason I didn't talk to people about my problems.

I see Willow walk out of the bathroom with now black eyeliner on. It looks good with her hazel eyes. But if I am being completely honest, she looks just as beautiful naturally.

"Ready?" Willow asked with a smile.

I nodded my head and stood up from the bed. I grab my phone and put it in my pocket. Willow and I left my room and went down to her car. I made sure to lock the door before leaving because I don't want anyone to break it.

"Is Ben going to be at the party?" I asked

"No. He is busy studying for the SATs."

I haven't thought about the SATs since the beginning of sophomore year. My mind hasn't been focused on college since what happened because I was too busy thinking about other things. I definitely want to go to college but my grades from the past two years have been shit.

"Are you planning on doing the SATs?" I asked Willow.

"No. For the school, I want to go to I don't have to take the SATs thankfully."

"Where do you want to go?"

"UCLA. I want to do journalism and they have a good broadcasting program." Willow states while switching lanes. "What about you?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I have always wanted to be a writer though."

"What kind of writer? Poet?"

"Believe it or not, no I don't." I chuckled. "I want to be a novelist. I want to write stories about experiences I went through and things that I have seen."

"Makes sense. You are obsessed with books and words and other crap like that." Willow teased.

When Willow and I arrived at the house we saw some people outside on the lawn drinking and I could even hear the music blasting from inside the house.

Willow and I got out of her car, and she locks the doors.

When we walk inside the house, I could see how many people are actually here. It was very crowded, and I almost felt like I couldn't breathe because of how many people were around me.

Willow grabbed onto my arm, and she pulls us towards the kitchen where there weren't many people. Most people were in the living rooms dancing to the music that was blasting through the speakers.

The house we were in seemed very luxurious and big. Big enough to fit over 200 hundred teenagers that's for sure.

"What drink do you want?" Willow asked while looking at all of the drink selections.

"Are you drinking?"

"No. Designated drive silly."

"If you want, I can drive? I don't care." I shrugged.

"No, it's fine really. I can have fun without drinking. And Also, I don't think I want you to see me drunk yet." Willow laughed. "I am kind of a crazy drunk and I embarrass myself way too much."

I laughed. "I'll get lemonade mixed in vodka." Willow pours me my drink and then she also pours herself soda. She hands me my drink and I take a sip. "Do you know anyone here?" I asked while looking around at all of the people who were dancing and drinking.

"I know a few classmates, but I am not really close to a lot of people at school. I only ever talk to Ben." I nodded my head, still looking around the room. "I see one the person who invited me here, are you going to be okay by yourself for a few minutes or if you want you can come with me?"

I look back at Willow. "No, it's fine. I'll stay here.

"Are you sure? I just don't want to leave you here by yourself. You can come-"

"Willow it's fine. I'll be fine." I assured.

Willow gives me one last smile before walking away.

The song playing currently was 'Drunk In Love" by Beyonce.

A lot of people were dancing and swaying their hips back in forth, oblivious of how they were dancing and singing to the song. But they are drunk, they don't care.

I take another small sip of my lemonade as I look through the crowd for Willow. I don't see where she was standing with her friend, so I walk through the crowd to go outside to see if she was there.

I walk outside and see not as many people out here. There was light music playing but the people outside were mostly just talking.

I walk closer to the railing where you could see over the hill the house was on.

I look over the hill and I see the Hollywood sign not that far away.

I feel my whole body tense as I remember what I asked for from my parents.

"Didn't think you would be here." I heard a voice say and I turn my head to look at who was there.