His to Ruin.

Chapter 3

Jacqueline’s POV

Camilla's parents' mansion is so huge that even the parking space is more than enough. There’s also a beautiful large garden. Honestly, I was mesmerized by the ambiance; if the outside looked this lovely, I couldn’t wait to see the inside.

I had to admit I was feeling moody about Andrew because he kept popping up in my head. Normally, I would have texted him to say I was going to a party, but I decided against it since there had been no communication between us anymore.

When Drey finally found a parking spot close to the mansion, we got out of the car, and I started to feel a bit uneasy. Tracy noticed and assured me that everything would be fine.

"By 1 am, we should be back here, alright Drey?" I asked. He nodded in agreement.

We all walked into Camilla's huge home, where she was at the entrance welcoming guests. Thank goodness I had chosen a casual outfit; some people were dressed like they had come for a slumber party, despite the beautiful scenery.

Inside, there were drinks, games, and people gathered by the pool. I love swimming, but not today. I made my way to the kitchen because, by the time we arrived, some guests were already drunk and the music was blaring. As I opened the kitchen door, I was shocked to find my "caring" boyfriend with his face being devoured by a random girl.

Startled, he pushed the girl away and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Really? That’s your question? What am I doing here?" I replied, angry. "I've been trying to get in touch with you, but you haven’t responded. What's your excuse now? Because it looks like you’ve been too busy going on random dates with other girls instead of making time for your girlfriend. And then you have the nerve to ask what I'm looking for here? Well, your newly found love, Camilla, invited me to the party."

"First off, Camilla is my cousin. Secondly, you know you’re the reason I’ve gone back to my old self. You chose not to give me what I wanted."

"Andrew, we were both young in high school. I didn’t want to give it up then, and I’m glad I didn’t. What stops you from waiting until I'm ready? I made that clear even before we started dating. And now you’re making it sound like I’m the reason you’ve turned into a 'f**k boy.' You know what? Just enjoy your time with your drunk girl. I’m honestly done with this." With that, I left the kitchen, tears brimming in my eyes, and searched for the bathroom. I found one, washed my face to hide the evidence of my crying, and wiped my tears away with a tissue before heading back to the party, trying to appear carefree.

I started drinking heavily to try to forget my worries. I played beer pong and was surprisingly good at it, even though I had never played before. I loved the energy and the carefree feeling that the alcohol provided. I danced so hard that my feet were hurting. Eventually, though, I felt dizzy, so I decided to step outside for some fresh air.

As soon as I got outside, I threw up badly and almost fell over, still dizzy. Just then, I felt someone hold my waist, steadying me so I could lean forward to throw up properly. When I was done, he handed me a bottle of water. After taking a sip, I used the rest to wash my face, and then we made our way to the garden to sit down. He sat on the grass while I lay back, feeling a bit better.

"Jacqueline," he said.

I was puzzled—how did this person know my name? I opened my eyes to see who had helped me; it was Drey.

"Yes, Drey?" I responded weakly.

"Never mind. We can talk about it when you feel better," he said.

"Okay," I replied, then zoned out again.