Tapping my foot, i waited anxiously. Loud music blared through my ears while bright blue lights crowded my vision. It was 4:18am. She wasn't here nor was she at her place. I was starting to freak out, panic slowly rising like water from within. I took a deep breath and glanced at the glaring numbers on my cracked screen. 4:19am. The exultation of cold air made me shiver, i was beyond exhausted.
I had made my way out of a stuffy apartment with liquor stinging my throat at half 9, i was fully sober now. I was promised a ride home by Andrea, my best mate, but i think he left with some girl with heals as big as her ego around 2am. God i hated it. The burning sensation in my throat and eyes but it was so addicting. Chugging shot after shot was almost like watching your troubles pack a bag and run. For about 2 hours i felt amazing, like i was on top of the world. Then i sobered up, cried a bit and speed walked to the nearest exit.
I now sit here, the ends of my fingers turning blue and my foot tapping so much that it will send me insane, but what else can i do? I
know absolutely no one here and, by the looks of things, no ones willing to talk to the teary eyed male in the corner.
Suddenly my phone buzzed, i jump at the sudden contact in my hand. Someone was calling. She was calling. I coughed and collected myself before sliding across to except and pushing the cold metal to my ear.
"What time is it" I growled, it definitely wasn't a question.
"4:20am, i'm high as"
Crackling and faint giggles emerged from the phone speaker and my rage/jealousy increased.
