"You know this won't last, right?" I asked, letting the alcohol choose my words. I leaned my elbows on the table in dominance.
"Well, who says that it won't?" He asked, a smirk forming on his lips.
Sophia Ramirez was always the shy one in high schoo...
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After about 20 minutes of sitting in the sand and collecting the broken pieces of my heart, I decided to break my sober rule and get a drink.
I stomped back over to the party and straight to the bar. Violet made eye contact with me and her face went from a big smile to a concerned look real quick.
"2 shots, please." I said to the barkeep.
"You got it." He said, grabbing two small glasses. "Rough night?" He asked, pouring the alcohol into cups.
"You have no idea." I scoffed out.
Violet approached me. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh yeah, I'm great." I said, faking a smile for her.
The bartender put the glasses in front of me and I instantly shot one after the other down my throat.
"What happened to staying sober?" Violet asked concerned.
"Decided not to." I said, coldly.
I hated being irritable. Hopefully the alcohol would help with that.
"Soph, did something-" She started.
"Last night, I told Noah I loved him and he made it very clear he doesnt feel the same way." I shot at her.
"Oh God," She stammered. "Soph..." She trailed off, rubbing my shoulder.
"No, I'm good. I expected that anyways." I gave a tight lipped smile.
I looked back at the bartender. "Can I have something strong?" I asked.
He nodded and started pouring a drink for me.
"Sophia, I know you're upset but alc-" She started.
"I just wanna enjoy tonight, okay?" I pleaded. "I don't want anything ruining it and I'm going to need a little liquid encouragment to get my mood up again." I smiled, fakely.
Violet's eyebrows furrowed. She had every right to be confused. I had never used alcohol to drown my sorrows. I guess there was a first time for everything.
"Here ya go." The bartender said handing me a dark drink.
I took a big sip of the drink, familiar with the taste. Bacardi and fucking coke.
"God damnit." I said, feeling my throat burn.
I walked off from the bar, leaving Violet trailing behind me, and towards Rosie and Taylor who were still dancing. They saw me and smiled until they saw me holding a drink.
"So you are drinking tonight?" They asked.
"Looks like it." I spat out, taking a big drink.
Taylor and Rosie didn't catch onto my irritated tone, which I was thankful for.
Violet came up besides me and leaned in close to my ear. "Soph, lets just go back upstairs, okay?"
