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.

She smirks at my words, twirling her hair faster round her finger which is

say that."

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

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

once again. I blink in surprise, wondering whether I heard

arm free from

has Jake slept with?

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

I head for 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 breathing shallows out and I feel grateful for the fact I can

and Tobias hands me a cigarette which I gladly accept. I don't even smoke yet the cigarette looks appealing to me. Maybe it's the

motion for Tobias to light me up. He silently cups around my cigarette, blocking the wind out before he sparks the cigarette to

head before placing the cigarette in my mouth and inhaling. I'd seen people around me smoke my entire lifetime so I know what to do. The warm burning

I say firmly, flicking the ash

between his lips. I watch as he inhales deeply, closing his

you not enjoying the

enjoying the people," I correct him,

"Who upset you?"