Chapter 21

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Lie to Me- 5 Seconds of Summer
I'm OBSESSED with this song right now

This chapter's longer than usual, so enjoy lovelies :)

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It's easy to believe that the world revolves around you.

It may sound selfish to say out loud, but it's often that we begin to only look out for ourselves instead of recognizing other people's feelings.

It's so easy to fall into the trap, and believe that you're the only one that's being affected by something.

It's nothing to be ashamed of; because, truly, who has never been even a little selfish?

Like right now, surrounded by all of my old classmates from before I graduated, I still somehow felt alone.

And I couldn't help but to pity myself a little for it.

You were the one who chose to come here, I scolded myself, You could've just forgiven August. You might've been snuggling with him on the couch right now if it wasn't for your temper.

I knew that it was my actions that brought me to this situation. I was the one to blame.

I knew that I'd hate it here. I knew that my 'friends' weren't really all that friendly.

But still, I came back.

It's selfish of me to pity my situation when I'm the cause of it.

But as I stood among the stumbling teenagers, surrounded by the strong smell of alcohol, I couldn't help but to search for Malia's face in the crowd.

As soon as I spotted her chestnut hair dancing among the chaos, I began to fight my way through the sweaty, crowded teenagers, pushing back a few hands that got a little too grabby.

I made my way to where Malia was dancing all over her boyfriend Eli, while Tasha and Max were nearby, equally as intoxicated and reckless.

The only person that I couldn't spot was Garrett.

Good, I thought, If I ever see that asshat again, I'm gonna kill him.

I still couldn't believe that Garrett had left me in the woods, helpless and injured after my fall.

He claimed that he would get me help, and he never came back.

I hadn't ever liked him in the first place, but his betrayal had fueled my hatred even more.

"Malia!" I called over the headache-inducing music.

She glanced her head up, locking eyes with me.

"Oh, hey Heaven!" she yelled, then turned to resume her dancing.

Wow.

She really didn't care that I had come.

None of the other members of the group spared me a glance, except for Tasha who flashed me a quick smile.

Rolling my eyes, I went to grab a drink.

"What ya want?" A red headed boy slurred to me, standing near the numerous bottles of alcohol.

"Surprise me," I shrugged.

I watched as he made my drink, making sure nothing was slipped into it.

As I took the red cup from his sweaty hands, he gave me a clumsy wink, and I had to refrain myself from wrinkling my nose.

I gave a tight-lipped smile (which probably looked more like a grimace), and turned to find a place among the outskirts of the crowd to stand quietly.

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