Tangled Love

I make my way to the kitchen sink, pouring myself a nice cold glass of water. The minute it touches my lips, I guzzle it down, feeling instantly relieved at the soothing feeling it has on my throat. Getting drunk doesn't appeal to me whatsoever but I still know how to have fun. I smile at a few others lingering around the kitchen before placing the cup back into the sink.

"You're Jake's girlfriend, aren't you?"

I spin around, meeting a busty blonde that I've never seen before. She's wearing a very low cut top and a denim miniskirt finished off with six inch pink heels.

"Yes I am." I smile warmly at her, wiping my hands on the tea towel.

"You're so lucky," she breathes out, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

"Yes I am," I repeat hastily, trying to dodge her so I can get back to the party. She purposely stands in my way, shuffling on her heels.

"You're the one who was in a coma, right?" She asks and I crease my eyebrows up at her words. How does she know that? Maybe she's someone from college. . .

"Yes, I was." I respond, my voice monotone as I try again to step round her. She bounces on her heels, standing right in front of me before placing a hand on my arm.

"Oh my god! I am so glad you're okay, I saw Jake at the hospital and he was such a mess!" She says, her voice annoyingly squeaky and her tone fake. I smile tightly, unsure that she's genuinely glad for my health at all.

against the kitchen sink. She smirks at my words, twirling her hair faster round her finger which is becoming annoying,

could say

whole conversation. I stand up straight, clapping my hands together to remove invisible

be nice. She grabs onto my arm once again before leaning

She giggles once again. I blink in surprise,

arm free from her grasp and turn on my heel, heading for the door.

has Jake slept with?

squeezing pain in my chest. The room feels like it's shrinking in size, the walls closing

the cold air seep its way into my skin, cooling me down. My breathing shallows out and I feel grateful for the fact

me a cigarette which I gladly accept. I don't even smoke yet the cigarette looks

lips. I lean forward and motion for Tobias to light me up. He silently cups around my cigarette, blocking

you ever smoked before?" He asks me quietly, sitting next to me on the wall. I shake my head before placing the cigarette in my mouth and inhaling. I'd seen people around me smoke my entire lifetime so I know what

firmly, flicking the ash off the cigarette onto the grass below.

his hands up in surrender, balancing his own cigarette between his lips. I watch as he inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he does so before blowing the smoke into the dark sky.

"Are you not enjoying the

people," I correct him, mumbling.

"Who upset you?"