The girl dressed like a pink Teletubby with bows…
Ugh, this self-hatred has to end, but when? I haven’t stopped hating myself since that night and I don’t think that I ever will. Nothing could ever stop me from hating myself after what I’d done.
As we enter the house, the warm and ragged smells of alcohol and weed engulf me. There’s loud rap music blasting from the speakers and we have to push our way through the crowds of people, but still, I couldn’t help but notice that the house is strangely clean.
There were no weird stains from God knows what. Zero holes in the wall. Most of the drinks made their way on coasters…
What kind of college party is this?
The main wall in the living room is decorated with vinyl records and trophies in a neat array. There are small plants along shelves in the hallway and little LEGO sets placed in random spots throughout the downstairs. My eye catcheson a large photograph of Sir Ruffskers, Jace’s scary ass Pomeranian back at home, and I cringe at my memories of running from the animal.
Despite the current hazy state from the smokers in here, you can tell the guys are pretty neat.
“They’re super neat for men!” Georgia replies to the statement I hadn’t known I’d spoken aloud as we make our way to the cooler, I grab a water while she gets a can of Sam Adams.
“You’d think this place would look like a pigsty, especially with guys living here” I joke although I don’t believe myself.
Jace Heart is probably the tidiest man I’ve ever met in my entire life. In middle school, I once colored outside the line in one of his adult coloring books (that he has because he’s a dweeb) and he nearly castrated me.
I don’t know if that’s possible since I’m a girl and all but I will never give Jace the opportunity to find out if it is.
“Ugh do not speak of that devil in my presence, Cleo. I’m trying to have a good night without seeing him.” Georgia groans as if this subject is her least favorite topic.
But I know the truth. Georgia loves Jace—platonically, of course. But she loves him nonetheless and it’s obvious to me. She can never get enough of the idiot no matter how much she tries to act like she hates him.
“You love—”
Georgia’s phone dinging interrupts me as her face brightens. “Hold that thought, Darius just got here… I’m going to go meet up with him. Be right back.” And with that, she’s gone.
In the blink of an eye, I’ve been ditched for a 6’2” football players dick.
She’d lasted a good...six minutes.
Looking around the empty sitting room that I found myself in, the air grows thick as realization settles in.
The one person that I knew is gone.
I haven’t seen Jace or even his handsome friend yet, and fuck is it hot in here? I need something sweet, something to take my mind from this sudden heat that I’m feeling.
My feet feel as if they’re being controlled by a toddler as I stumble my way into the kitchen. I’m instantly relieved to see it’s empty. My vision tunnels and my feet stagger as I move toward the walk-in pantry. My mouth curves as I open the door only to drop back down.
What the fuck is this?
Chia seeds?
Whole grain granola?
Protein Penne Noodles?!
Where the fuck is the sugar? The goodies? Why is there only healthy food here? Is that… Oh my God.Who in their right mind is eatingCookies and Cream flavored sea moss?
I’m going to hurl.
This is preposterous on so many levels. Not only are there zero sweets, but the sweets these lunatics have arehealthy.
“Where the fuck is the sugar?” I groan, moving over various forms of protein pasta before putting them back in their rightful spot.
“It’s not kept in there,” a humored voice calls back.
