Roommates

→ 5. Drunk.

Stella

I feel.. envious? Not jealous, though. 

Babe, envious is another word for jealous. 

Shut up.

But why do I feel this way? It's not like we're dating or anything. And plus, staying away, remember? That's what he said. Well, me too. 

"Stel? Stella?" I snap out my thoughts only to find Isla waving her hands in my face.

I blink hard. "Yeah?" I ask.

"Are you good? You seem.. a little.. distracted, if I may say." She looks around to spot what could've caught my attention.

"Um- yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Let's just go get some drinks." I pull her arm away to the bar. 

"Hi there. Uh, can we get 4 whiskey shots?" I look over at Isla and see her eyes literally popping out.

"The fuck? You're not drinking so much shit. You're gonna be wasted as fuck. I don't want you getting in trouble."

I love you Isla, but the one thing on my mind right now, is getting wasted.

"I'll be fineeeeee." I drag out the last word. 

Before the bartender pours our shots, me and Isla keep our eyes on him and his hands the whole time. It sucks that girls have to be so attentive when drinking literally anything at a party.

You never know what could happen, right?

"Here." He puts down the shots in front of us. 2 for me, 2 for Isla.

"Stel, I'm gonna stay sober, so you don't stupid fucking shit. Don't drink too much, okay?" I see the concerned look on her face, so I nod.

I pick up the shot and gulp it down. God, my throat burns. I do the same with my second shot.

I shoot a glance over at Isla, and see the weird ass look on her face. Girl, I feel you.

"That shit burnsss, dude." She drags out the last word and slides over the shots back to the bartender. 

"Your name?" I ask the guy.

"Nate." He smiles.

"Well, Nate. I'm Stella. This is Isla. You have a gorgeous smile." I laugh.

"Nice to meet you guys. Y'all are beautiful." He takes Isla's shots.

"Aw, thank you." Me and Isla flash him a grin.

"Can I have 2 more, please?" I look at Isla with my puppy dog eyes.

"Stel-"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best." I pull her into a bear hug.

"Nate! 2 more! Please." I wave up my hands.

I drink the 2 shots and then another one, and another one.

At this point my head hurts and I feel tipsy as shit.

"Ste-" I hear Isla say before I get up from the bar stools.

"This is why I told your dumb ass to not drink so much shit." She slaps her palm on her forehead.

"It'ss okayyy. Comee onn, let'ss go danceee!" I slur.

I drag Isla, and 'This Is What You Came For' by Rihanna and Calvin Harris starts playing.

I move my hips to the music and it feels like I'm the only person in this room.