I catch two girls also watching Amanda and Jake.
“They broke up, right?” One of them says.
“Thank god, because that guy is sex on legs, Tiffany. I’m going in.”
She pushes herself off the counter, and I don’t dare to look at the scene anymore. Also,who says sex on legs?
I come back to the dance floor and turn my back to him.
Disturbia by Rihannastarts playing, and I just throw my head back and let everything go.
I dance like I’m alone in this room, like you’re supposed to dance, not just bopping your head around pretending to be cool.
A song passes, and so does a waiter, and I just keep the rhythm up. Shot, song, shot song, shot, song… Until everything is blurry around me, sort of muffled, and I just keep on dancing, stumbling a bit on top of Allison.
“Sorry.”
“I think it’s time to go.”
“No! We’re having fun.” I shout, and she shouts.
“You have been drinking for three hours now. I don’t want you to get into a coma.”
“I’m going to the bathroom.” I throw her a thumbs-up and lose her in the crowd.
I don’t know how this house hasn’t fallen yet because in those three hours, a hundred more people came in, and the dance floor is packed.
I’m stumbling my way to the bathroom andholy shit, this looks straight out of a millionaire lifestyle magazine…
I try not to get too distracted by all the marble and focus on the toilet.
I grab the walls to help me get down, and I take the longest pee in my life. Also, I’m trying really hard not to throw up.
“Brown?” Jake knocks on the door, and I whine.
“Go away, Jake,I’m peeing!”
He doesn’t bother me anymore, so I flush the toilet and wash my hands, looking at my disheveled self in the mirror. A shadow of how I left the house this morning. Still, no matter how much makeup Allison puts on me, nothing can hide my heartbreak and the puffiness of my eyes.
I open the door wide open, and Jake’s waiting for me, arms crossed, like a patronizing prick.
“I told you to leave me alone.” I try walking forward and end up stumbling, and he catches me.
“Jesus, Mads, you can’t even walk.”
“Stop judging me, you’ve been doing this since you were thirteen.”
“I was an idiot, you know that.” He sighs. “You’re better than this.”
I nod. I’m not. I’m only human, and lately it feels like the world is turning on me.
“I can walk, West. Go back to Amanda.” It comes out spiteful.
I push myself off him too harshly and end up leaning against the wall, walking slowly towards the exit.
“Mads…”
“No,no, I’m Brown. You’re West. Don’tMadsme!” I argue while opening the door, so much pain inside me. “We’re nothing, West, get that inside your head.”
