I woke up laying in the back seat of my car. Wait a minute, I don't remember falling asleep. I looked down to see two empty bottles, crap! I drank more than I intended. Ugh, my head is throbbing stupid hangovers. I grabbed another cigarette and smoked it.
"Nice to see your alive," a voice said coming from the passenger seat.
"Why the hell are you in my car!"
"You don't remember me? Damn you did drink a lot." He looked back at me and gosh he was so hot. I couldn't figure what it was, but something made me very attracted to him.
"Sebastian, right?" I asked finishing my cigarette.
"Yes and you have some bad habits. You won't live long."
"I don't care," why would I care? What do I really have to live for?
"Well I'm going to a party tonight, want to come with me?" He asked.
"Do I need my fake ID?"
"Nope. You will be with me, and they won't ask questions because they don't question me."
"Count me in then!" I smiled.
Sebastian drove my car out to his house, I showered, ate, and changed. He seemed really nice, but why chose a lost cause like me? All I do is party, and I'm pretty sure I'll be dead by the time I'm 30. I put on a short, tight, red dress with black lace. Also, I put on a pair of black heels and got ready to leave.
*Later that night*
We arrived at a private party, there was a lot of people there. It wasn't a bar, but someones house which is way better. Sebastian's guys friend's were all giving him compliments and checking me out. A few of them used the term 'yummy' a lot, not sure what they meant but I didn't care. After getting a lot of alcohol in my system I stumbled over to Sebastian. None of my words made any sense, so he took me back to his house.
He carried me into his room, I was blacking out, not remembering a lot. Sebastian laid me on the bed and took my dress off, I really wanted him, but all he did was give me a big shirt to sleep in. I fell asleep, not remembering very much.