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.

smirks at my words, twirling her hair

could say that."

response, feeling very uneasy at this whole conversation. I stand

the party," I say cheerfully, trying to be nice. She grabs onto my arm once

She giggles once again. I

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

how many girls has Jake slept

like it's shrinking in size, the walls closing in around me. I

the wall, perching myself up onto it. I shut my eyes and let the cold air seep its way into my skin, cooling me down. My

hands me a cigarette which I gladly

lean forward and motion for Tobias to light me up. He silently cups

my entire lifetime so I know what to do. The warm burning sensation scratches the

"Don't laugh at me," I say firmly, flicking the ash off the cigarette onto the grass

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

enjoying

people," I

upset