I threw my head back, downing another shot, feeling the tequila burn my throat. Graduation was tomorrow morning, and us girls were having fun. We were reminiscing, remembering all of those good memories from the first grade, to the last grade.
Frankly, I'd much rather be spending time with Louis. I knew we only had two months left, and it was all I was thinking about. To be completely honest, this was the reason I was drinking the way I was.
I definitely didn't want to be hung over for grad day, but I couldn't shake the thoughts of Louis leaving me in two months. I started university two weeks after tomorrow, so I mauled over things in my brain that me and Louis could do during the two weeks. I knew that once I'd actually start university we'd probably never see each other, and I wasn't ready for that.
I hated the feeling of our relationship having an expiration date. I mean, I knew that once he would leave we'd talk. I'd Skype him as much as possible, but I also knew that it wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't get to feel the electricity that I feel every time I touch him. I needed his touch, it was like a drug, and if he was in London and I was here, we wouldn't get to touch.
I threw back another shot, us girls sitting around in a circle, playing truth or dare. Nobody was selecting dare really, with most of the girls selecting me to do truth and tell secrets about Louis and I's relationship. Although to be honest, most of the questions they were asking I was lying about. I didn't want to be called a slut, and I knew they would if I told them the truth. It's not like they'd know the truth anyways, so why not lie a little?
I picked up my phone as it vibrated. Louis and I had been texting all night, like usual.
Tarin: how's your night with Tyler babe. :) ily.
Luckily I wasn't drunk yet, so my typing made sense. I waited patiently for a response. Lou usually answered back immediately unless he was doing something. I ignored it, taking another shot which Brittany had placed in my face.
Two hours and a few more shots later, Louis still hadn't answered. Brittany, Elsa, and Penny were piss drunk, slurring their words and stumbling upon each other. Camile and I were buzzed, but weren't tripping over ourselves. I picked up my phone.
Tarin: Lou baby? Is everything alright? Ily I hope everything's okay. Why wasn't he answering my texts?
I stopped drinking, becoming worried over Louis' absence.
About five minutes later, my phone buzzed.
Louis: Ya sorry.
Well, this wasn't like him . . .
Tarin: you sure baby? :*
Something was wrong. He never answered back with such short, un-involved messages. Immediately my mind raced with thoughts of what could be wrong. I opened a new text message, typing Tyler's name in.
Tarin: Hey Ty, is something wrong with Louis?
Tyler: Uh . . . I think he should talk to u about it.
Tarin: Is he like sick or something?
Tyler: No it's something serious. He should talk to u, not me.
What was going on?