Samara and I just finished getting ready and I stood in the mirror observing my appearance.
I was wearing a dark green dress with long sleeves made of lace and a hem line that cuts off at mid thigh. The colour of the dress not on made my eyes pop but also complimented my skin tone.
Looking at myself, I smiled a little. Samara really knows what will look best on me. I turned to my friend and gave her a big grin. "Thank you for the dress, Sam."
"No problem, girl. I knew it would look great on you," she grabbed her purse off her bed and turned in my direction. "Ready to go?"
I nodded my head, grabbed my leather jacket and slipped on my black pumps. "I could use a drink, or many, come to think of it."
"Amen to that, sister," Samara laughed as we walked out of her apartment to headed to Nathan's party.
Music was blaring and everyone was in full party mode. Instead of moping in the kitchen the last party Justin threw, I went straight to the drinks.
"Hey, long time no see!" Justin boomed from behind me as I bent down to get beer from the cooler.
I turned around and gave him a hug. "I'm so sorry, I have just been crazy busy lately."
"No worries," Justin said, giving me a kind smile. "Darian told me you have a lot on your plate. But tonight, enjoy yourself!"
I nodded my head. "I intend to!"
Darian's boyfriend gave me one last smile before he headed outside to the pool area.
For a few moments, I stood there sipping my beer but I got bored of it quickly. Mumbling to myself, I went to the kitchen. "I need some shots."
Once I got to the kitchen, I saw Nathan sitting on the counter with a bottled of vodka in one hand and a shot glass in the other. When he noticed my presence, he gave me a lopsided smirk. "That colour suits you."
I rolled my eyes and hopped up on the counter, sitting beside Nathan and grabbing another shot glass. "Hit me."
He chuckled as he poured my drink and I winced as I swallowed. I nudged him and he poured another one. This time we took our shots together.
I nudged him again and Nathan looked me over. "You're a bit of a light weight, princess, are you sure you can handle it?"
"Are you sure you can handle it, Mr. Bartender Man?" I challenged, poking him on the shoulder.
Nathan chuckled in response. "It is so on."
Fifteen minutes later, I was completely unsure as to how many shots Nathan and I did. We still sat in the kitchen and I was swaying to the music that blasted in the living room, surprisingly not at all feeling nauseous.
"I'm gonna go dance," I slurred out, hopping off the counter and making my way to the living room.
"But princess," Nathan whined from behind me.
Instead of waiting for him, I jumped into the crowd of people, instantly moving to the beat of the songs. I still couldn't believe that Justin was able to book a DJ to perform in his living room.
Although, it was a big living room.
I danced and danced until I thought I was going to fall over and die from exhaustion. Suddenly, Samara shimmied her way over to me with a big grin on her face. "It's about time you cut loose, girl!"
"Yeah, no kidding!" I replied loudly, trying to speak over the music. "I'm gonna get some air, be right back!"
Weaving my way through the people all the way to the front door. I swung it open, almost falling the process. However, when I stepped out, I ended up tripping over my own feet and started plunging to my death.
But I didn't fall, two arms wrapped around my waist, stopping me. "Easy there, princess, I don't want to drop my smoke."
Straightening myself out and standing on my own two feet, I mumbled, "It's a bad habit anyways."
"There are worst things I could be doing," he responded with a wink.
I giggled at this, for whatever reason. Nathan began to laugh too and put his hand on the small of my back, causing me to lean into him. He gave me a big smile and flicked his cigarette to the ground. "I'm having a good night, thank you for coming even though I've been a-"
"Asshat?" I finished for him.
Nathan pouted slightly. "That's mean."
"Awe," I began, pinching his cheek. "You know I love you."
He didn't respond, instead he took my hand and pulled me back into the house and back into the kitchen. "I need another drink, what do you say?"
"I say hell yes," I hopped up on the counter Nathan and I sat on earlier tonight.
Nathan approached me, but instead sitting beside me, he moved my legs so he could be standing right in front of me. He stared at me dead in the eye as he brought the bottle up to his plump, pink lips and I couldn't help but to stare at him as he did so.
He gave the bottle to me and I took a long sip. Shaking my head and giving Nathan a wicked smile, I said, "This is the most fun I've had in a long time."
Nathan took the bottle from my hands and placed it gently beside me. He placed his hands on my waist and brought me closer to him, resting his forehead on mine.
I could feel his breath on my face but I didn't care, unlike wanting to push Hayden away, I wanted to pull Nathan closer.
He moved a strand of stray hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. My heart started to pick up in pace as Nathan lowered his gaze to my lips.
I couldn't move. I didn't want to move.
His lips were just about to reach mine as someone came into the kitchen and said, "What the hell is happening here?"
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#1 in roommates tag 03|12|2018 #2 in new adult tag 12|12|2018 "Can I help you?" I snapped, arching a brow. The man in front of me gave me a lopsided smirk, "Feisty. I like that." I rolled my eyes, sipped my drink and narrowed my eyes at the bartende...