Part 3

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"Uh..."

"Where are you going?" he asked, his breath reeking of alcohol, the kind that they serve, here, at this party which is the strawberry punch. Again, they could've chosen a better drink but I'm not complaining.

"I'll go get..." I paused, realizing how close we are, "...you some water."

He nods and lets go of my wrist, that same hand motioning a 'shoo'. I silently scoff with a smile before getting up to go get him some water.

It wasn't long until I got back with a cup of H2O, but he was already sound asleep so I put it down on the coffee table. I hoped that he'd sober up soon, so I sat down beside him a few inches away and supported my own neck with my own arm when I rested back.

I was wrong, his eyes shoot open and his head turns to me in the most horrifying way just to make me jump, "Jesus Christ!" I yelped, "Here's the water." I take the water and hand it to him.

"Thank you," he took it and chugged it all the way down, "Good water."

Yeah, he hasn't sobered up yet.

"Y/N." he called me. I looked at him, but didn't say anything. "I wanna go home." 

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