"YYYY/NNNN, let's gooooooo," Jeff yelled from the front room of my house. "It's a fucking house party not the Met Gala! You don't need to take eight years to get ready," he complained. "You could show up in a damn t-shirt and sweatpants and you'd still look beautiful now let's gooooo."
I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him as I walked down the stairs, "you act like a child Atkins. I don't know how I put up with you."
He smirked, "cause I know where the fun is at."
"Mhmm," I mumbled. "And where's that?"
He wiggles his eyebrows, "you know," he said.
I gagged, "you're nasty. Now let's goooo," I mimicked him.
We got into his car and we drove over to Jessica's house where the party was being held.
Jeff grabbed my hand protectively as we walked into Jess's house.
Soon after we got further into the house, a very drunk Jessica Davis stumbled towards us, "heyyyyyyy guyyyys," she dragged on.
"I see you've already started the party without us," I snickered looking at her drunken state.
Her eyes lit up, "no no no. Come this way! Drinks are this way!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me along to the kitchen, making me pull Jeff along behind me as well.
She handed the two of us cups and I took a sip, immediately feeling the burning sensation down my throat, "shit that's strong," I coughed out.
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About five more cups later Jeff and I were both completely wasted.
"Jeff babyyyyyy, I'm gonna go get some water okay?" I told him, stumbling to the kitchen before Jeff could even respond.
I got to the kitchen and found an clean plastic cup and filled it with water from the sink.
I chugged down the entire cup before filling it up again with more water. I slowly sipped it, starting to feel slightly sick.
"I don't think I've ever seen you so drunk that you're downing cups of water," I heard someone say.
I turned around and saw Bryce Walker approaching me, "fuck I know. Whatever Jessica put in those cups is really fucking me over tonight," I giggled drunkenly.
He stayed silent at looked at me up and down slowly, "shit you look good," he mumbled.
I smiled, "thanks Bryce." Normally I would've told him to fuck off but with the amount of alcohol surging through my body I didn't really know what I was saying. "Jeff told me I would've looked fine coming in a shirt and sweats but I wanted to wear a dress."
He smirked at me, "but a shirt and sweats don't show off your hot body," Bryce seduced.
I knew I should've left the kitchen once he said that to go find Jeff but I didn't. I stayed in the kitchen and continued to talk to Bryce.
Throughout our conversation Bryce continuously took glances up and down my body.
"God Y/N, you should wear that dress more often," Bryce mumbled as he ran his hand down my arm.
"If she did it wouldn't be for you Walker," I heard Jeff say from behind us.
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