"Hey guys, glad you could make it!" Ashu greets us with a smirk.
"Nice place," I compliment as we walk into a beautiful penthouse.
"Thanks, where's Hana?"
"She's talking to her mom on the phone. She'll be in soon," Aya shrugs.
"Okay, well drinks are over there, and snacks over there," she points towards tables. "Make yourselves at home," she shrugs and walks back to Arin.
I look around the living room, there's no sign of Isabella or Eric. Just Dustin, Arin, and Adrien. My stomach tangles up.
"I'm gonna go say hi to Adrien," I tell Aya.
"Okay, but don't take too long!" Aya whines.
"Hey, guys."
"Hey, Clem," Arin gives me a sweet smile.
"Whaddup girl?" Dustin winks at me.
"Hey, babe," Adrien shoots me a goofy smile, and I can tell he's been drinking a bit because he's not annoyed with me.
Arin and Dustin laugh at his sweetness and Adrien blushes.
"Man, are you forreal blushin' right now? Your girl bout to leave you," Dustin doesn't look amused.
I laugh as Adrien's blush deepens. "I'm not fucking blushing. Fuck off," he shoos them away, and they stagger off laughing to themselves.
"As you wish, babe!" Arin calls back to him.
Adrien pinches the bridge of his nose. "Assholes," he breathes.
I shrug, "I think they're funny."
He smirks as he looks over my outfit, "You look hot."
I cock my eyebrow, "I try."
He laughs, then it's like he remembers that he's annoyed at me because he pulls back. I'm being a bad girlfriend, and I know it. He deserves the truth or some sort of explanation. I'm being so distant, it's not fair to him. But he's taking this relationship far too seriously far too early on.
I chew on my lip nervously, "Listen... Truth is, my mom got into a car crash last weekend. So I've been a bit on-edge and distant," I tell him half-truthfully.
His expression softens, "Oh, shit Clem. I'm sorry. Why didn't you tell me?"
I shrug, "I'm not really good at this opening up bullshit, kay? I don't do it, it feels strange."
I want this conversation to be over. I just want to get drunk and makeout.
He nods as though I've given him something to think about, "Well, I'm glad you told me. I was beginning to worry, honestly... Communication is really important in a relationship, and you were being really distant and I felt like you were hiding something from me—"
"I know. I'm sorry," honestly, I zoned out after communication. This boy is not trying to talk about serious relationship shit at a gathering.
"I just want you to know that I'm here for you when you want to talk—"
I roll my eyes and pull him in by his collar, giving him a deep kiss. He soon forgets about the speech he was probably about to give—thank God—and clings onto my waist.
"Let's get drunk?" I suggest.
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"Eric! Isabella! Finally!"
My head snaps to the front door, and my dancing comes to a halt. He's here. Eric's here!
"Eric!" I slur and rush to him, wrapping my arms around him like I haven't seen him in decades, which is what it feels like.
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Teen Fiction"Clementine..." his voice is gentle, as though he's reading my mind. He searches my eyes, concern seeps through his features. I swallow the lump in my throat. I don't like this display of affection. I can take care of myself, I don't need his or any...
