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 becoming annoying, really fast. She giggles, batting her long

say that."

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

to be nice. She grabs onto my arm

She giggles once again. I blink in surprise, wondering

"Excuse me?" I spit out, taking a step back. I pull my arm free from her grasp and turn on my heel, heading for the door.

many girls has Jake slept

shrinking in size, the walls closing in around me. I head for the back door instead, needing to get

into my skin, cooling me down. My breathing shallows out and I feel grateful for the fact I can breath easily again. I've never slept

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

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

and inhaling. I'd seen people around me smoke my entire lifetime so I know what to do. The warm burning sensation scratches the back of my throat and I breathe out, spluttering a little from the harsh nicotine. I

at me," I say firmly, flicking the ash off

lips. I watch as he inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he does so before blowing the smoke into the dark sky.

you not enjoying the party?"

"Not enjoying the people," I correct him, mumbling.

upset you?"