Cammi's POV I was in a house full of the people that I loathed the most, but they didn't seem as horrible as they were in school.

Thunderstruck by ACDC roared through five foot speakers making my eardrums throb and pulse.

My throat had gotten used to the alcohol and I was literally begging Andy for him to give me more.

"Moorrrre..." I couldn't even recognize my own voice.

He flashed me a disturbed and nervous look, still handing me a bottle of something I couldn't read.

I run my fingers through my sweaty hair and lean back in the chair, bringing the bottle to my mouth-

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

Are you fucking kidding me?

Finishing it off, I break the bottle on the edge of the table, the shards falling onto my lap and scattering across it.

Everyone's palms slapped together loudly, Andy smiling with his arm draped around my shoulder. Oh. My. God.

"Okay, I gotta pee." He takes his arm from me. Well that was nice as it lasted.

"Umm... T.M.I..." I giggled. Stop giggling you idiot! I wanted to hit myself.

Leaning in, he gently lays a kiss on my cheek. Oh shit.

"Better?" That just happened.

Holy FUCK that just happened.

He gets up, leaving me with another bottle on the table and his lips imprinted on my face. Damn Andy, the shit you do to me.

"I'm goin' out for a smoke, join me?" He whispered from behind my slouched body.

I nodded trying to blink away the current blurriness that was taking over my eyes.

The outside air was cold on the patio, and there was couples dancing to a song that I really liked, but never knew the name to.

"What's this song called?" My voice was so coarse it was making me mad.

"Some Unholy War by, uh..." He looked at me for a minute and shook his head, like he was telling himself no. "Amy Winehouse."

"Andy?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

"You say 'uh' a lot." I smiled weakly, my head was pounding.
He chuckled, looking at all of the guys in the window.

They were playing the "Chug!" Game with each other, god was I glad I wasn't part of that anymore.

"Dickheads." He growled shaking his head again. Was this going to be a habit? "At least we won't have to grow old with these people, right?"

I stared at his anger fumed eyes, making me shift in my seat.
Was he that mad at them? What had they ever done to him?

"Right?" He asked again, seeming confused.

I nodded, not wanting him to be any angrier.

Kissing my hand, he never took his eyes off of mine.
"Now put on your plastic smile doll, we're about to get fucked up."

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