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Chapter Thirty-Six

Jessica's POV
I am drunk in anger, figuratively and literally. Hannah was right. She was just using me the entire time. How could I be so stupid?!
All she's ever done is use me for her own benefit. And I went along with it.
She's a liar, and a cheat, and a homewrecker.
"You need to stop thinking about it and have fun," Hannah tells me smoothly, handing me another vodka.
I force a grin and nod, before leaning my head down and pouring the liquid down my throat. Damn that burns. But I love it.
I start dancing drunkenly with the others, waving my arms around crazily. I end up whacking someone in the face, and when he glares at me, stick my tongue out at him.
I don't care.
The music consumes me, and my heart pounds in my ears.
Someone bumps into me and I scream dramatically as I fall to the ground.
"Oh, sorry," he begins, and then his deep brown eyes meet my own.
"Thomas!" I giggle as he pulls me to my feet.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, swaying strangely in a way I think is dancing.
"Did I ever tell you... how hot you are?" I practically yell over the music, grinning from ear to ear. The room is spinning around us, but his eyes keep me steady on the ground.
He raises an eyebrow and blushes a little at the same time. Suddenly I feel queasy and then an explosion occurs in my stomach, and I through up all over his jacket. I laugh again, kiss his cheek, about to head back to Hannah. He takes his jacket off and ditches it on the ground before taking my hand, stopping me. He looked serious, worried, the blush gone.
"Come on, Jessie. We need to get you home," he murmurs.
"Hey!" Hannah yells, strutting over and narrowing her eyes harshly at him. "She's having fun, aren't you, 'Jesse'." She mocks the nickname.
This time I throw up on her. She gasps and slaps me around the face. It stings. Ouch.
I laugh again, sounding crazy, "WEW," I yell out. It doesn't make sense, but it does to me at this moment.
Hannah rolls her eyes, "fine. Whatever. See you tomorrow, Jessica." She walks back to her friends.
The room keeps spinning. My head hurts.
Blackness grabs me, and I feel myself fall and hit the ground. The last thing I hear is Thomas's worried yell.

Ugh.
My head pounds in agony.
My ears have a soft ringing inside of them.
I groan softly, not wanting to open my eyes. Last night was blurry.
Then I feel something wet against my forehead.
I open my eyes.
Thomas is crouching beside me, gently dabbing my face with a cold flannel.
He smiles gently at me, "Hey," he says quietly, picking something up. Some medicine. He pours some of it onto a spoon. "This should help with the headache."
I obediently take it and sigh, laying my head back weakly. I'm laid on what seems to be a really posh sofa in a really posh living room.
"Thank you," I mumble, blushing a little as I look at him. I remember telling him something last night, but I have no idea what.
He smiles gently to me, "You're welcome. Y/N's really worried about you."
I sigh at the name and close my eyes again, "no she isn't."
"She is. She really misses you. She feels terrible about what she said. She didn't mean to treat you in that way," He sighs softly and looks at me, before standing. "I'll let you get some rest." I hear footsteps walking away.
"Thomas, wait..." I murmur, opening an eye to glance at him. "Stay with me. Please."
He looks surprised, but nods, walking back over to me and sitting on the ground beside the sofa.
I reach out for him, and he takes my hand, squeezing it comfortingly.