Meeting You {s.m}

Chapter 37

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I run through the streets, totally safe right, and hear noise coming from a few blocks away.

It's a good thing I could run fast. I get to the house and run inside. The smell of alcohol and drugs greets my nose.

I put my hand over my mouth and push through the crowd to find Sam.

I run into someone with perfect blonde hair and a perfect body.

"Leila?!"

"Katie! What are you doing here! Where's Sam?!"

She rolls her eyes an hands me a drink, "Who cares."

She leads me into a room where a group of people is sitting in a huge circle, passing around a joint.

Katie pushes me down and hands me it. I decline but she pretty much shoves it in my face.

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I check the clock 2 hours later, 3:50.

I giggle when my phone rings, such a funny sound.

"Hello.?" I slur

"LEILA?! WHERE ARE YOU?!?" Nash's voice booms through the speaker.

"At a parteeeyyyy"

"Hold on, I'm coming to get you."

"No, I'm good."

"No, you're not."

He hangs up and within 10 minutes he's at the party.

All I can remember is being dragged into my room and falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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I wake up with a massive headache and hear yelling downstairs.

I hear Nash's voice and... Shawn's?!

I run downstairs, bad idea, and into the kitchen where the boys are.

"Leila, go back to sleep." Nash says

Shawn glares at him and they start yelling again.

"Guys, please." I say rubbing my head.

"Shit," Shawn mumbles, "Babe I'm sorry."

"It's okay.."

He lays me on the couch and sits near my feet and Nash sits on the other couch.

"Babe, I'm so sorry I wasn't there.."

"It's okay Shawn, you couldn't do anything. You were in Canada."

He bites his lip, "Actually I wasn't.. I was in L.A.."

I sigh, "It's fine, it's in the past now."

"No, it's not fine."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not."

"Why not then? Why Shawn?!" I raise my voice.

"Because.."