I found myself staring at the plain white ceiling again. My thoughts overtaking me with worry, anger, and sadness.
Worry, for the thought of not being able to unlock the lock that chains me to the most, egoistical boy, I've ever met.
Ange...
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Aria Evans
This was so not happening no way.
"Yeah guys, I was just kidding. I'm going home."
Turning back around away from the door with the booming diseased filled party behind it, I made my way down the steps not getting quite far.
Derek had caught a hold of me, a serious look on his face. If only I was wearing sneakers I could of bolted but no, Noah wouldn't allow it. According to him, wearing sneakers with a sexy dress was social suicide.
I couldn't give a rats butt though, sneakers were comfortable. That's why I sneakily tossed them in my bag before leaving. I was so not going to end my life over stiletto heels, no way.
"Don't do this Aria. You promised."
Giving me a pleading look, I couldn't hold back much longer with his stupid big eyes. Grudgingly shaking his arm off, I uncomfortably tugged on my dress, hoping to god my butt cheeks wouldn't come out. Fluffing my hair away from my face, I made sure everything was in order before sighing, nodding my head in confirmation.
"Okay, lets get this over with."
As Noah gave out a big whoop, Derek had led me towards the door, opening it to reveal my worst nightmare.
People. Everywhere.
"I'm going to go see if I can find Santana."
Giving Derek a pat on the back and I a kiss on the cheek, Noah had left, disappearing into the crowd of drunken teenagers.
Stupid leech.
"Aria."
Facing away from the crowd and into brown eyes, I raised my brow high at the twin.
"Looks like there's no basement so it's partying up here for tonight."
Great. Uncomfortable Aria meant annoyed Aria.
"In that case, I'm getting a drink."
It was only fair that having one drink wouldn't be wrong. I needed something to calm me down if I wanted to survive this night. So a drink would have to do.
Giving Noah a playful smirk, he seemed surprised by it as I made my way towards the party, hopefully finding the kitchen before getting lost on the way. I kept my hands tugged on the bottom of my ridiculously short body-con dress. It was honestly the only dress that wasn't so revealing from the choices I had.
