Who Are You? - Part 1
I’ve never written anything before so I would love some constructive criticism. I know it feels kind of rushed, but I was hoping to do just a couple chapters (if anyone even wants more, that is). I find Y/N kinda distracting, so for now, no one has said the first person character’s name. Let me know what you think in the comments or a message!
Warnings: someone drugs a girl but then runs away, some swearing
I’d never really been one for parties. I don’t like the way my heart beats funny when the bass is turned way up. I don’t like getting drunk and making a fool out of myself. I don’t really enjoy seeing my friends turn into fools. I’d never been one to hit up a party just because a boy might be going. And I especially hated crowded parties.
Yet here I am, I thought morosely.
It was still fairly early in the night, but that hadn't stopped everyone I know from devolving into drinking- and sex-fuelled monsters. I glanced around the room at the dancing and gyrating kids from Southside High. I held my red solo cup full of lukewarm beer to my lips momentarily. This was my best defense against the ever-present “fun police” who made sure that everyone was having their preferred version of a good time. I had only taken two sips since I arrived, but no one noticed as long as I kept moving the cup every few minutes.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I carefully slid it out of the ridiculously skinny pocket on my skin-tight jeans. I assumed it was probably one of my friends at the party, trying to find out where I was. There were too many bodies pressed together to really be able to see any distance. To my surprise, a number I didn’t recognize flashed across my screen. I hesitated momentarily before answering the call. It could be a wrong number, or it might be someone from some business calling to see if I needed their services.