Just What I Needed

Chapter 1

Lola.

The bottle was empty and, unfortunately, didn't get a single drop.

I don't think I was gone too long,but apparently I was because just when I got downstairs, Daisy was on top of the coffee table pouring both drinks into some guy's mouth. And it was the last bit of it.

But I didn't care, there were many more yet to be opened. I was just happy I didn't have to run into Matt or Emily. I don't know what got into him but I'm glad TJ showed up when he did.

I don't think he would have done anything, but then again he'd never been aggressive like that. Yet again people are full of surprises.

Now that I had come back downstairs, Daisy and Cara didn't waste any time to get more shots in me. But I think at this point Daisy, Cara, and even Ally were almost past oblivion. Almost.

I, on the other hand, was sorta there,though I wasn't in the mood of getting completely plastered. just wanted to enjoy the moment.

And that's exactly what I was doing, dancing with my three best friends, very drunk friends, but nonetheless we were all having a good time.

I'm not sure how long we were dancing, but time seemed to go by fast. As the time went by my head began to spin slowly, and my face felt hot and my body tingled and buzzed.

"Hey I'm going to get something to drink, you guys want something?" Ally leaned into us, raising her voice due to the loud music.

Cara and Daisy shook their heads.

"You know what I'll go with you, I'm thirsty." I say, feeling my throat dry.

Ally and I look at Cara and Daisy, but they wave their hand dismissively telling us to go.

"We'll be back." I say.

They both give us two thumbs up and continue to dance.

We make our way through the crowd and into the kitchen.

"I'm going to take a seat," Ally laughed.

She twirled her pointer finger in the air and laughed again. "My head is spinning."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Okay I'll get the water and you stay here."

"Alright." She giggled.

I'm not going to be surprised if I don't find water in this house besides what comes out of the sink. A few people are crowded along the refrigerator, and I don't see any water bottles on the counters just like I suspected. Sink water it is then.

I grab two plastic cups from the counter and fill them up with water. Not waiting until I get back to Ally, I chug the water as if my life depended on it.

I should have waited until I was with Ally because one minute I'm drinking it and the next minute I'm wearing it. And on top of that I feel a warm body pressed against my back.

"What the hell?" My brows furrow.

I turn around and push the chest that's way too close to my personal comfort, and look down to my outfit that's soaked in water.

"Sorry."

I recognize that voice.

"You better be sorry." I scoff rolling my eyes, looking down at my silky top, and then at the person who caused this mess.

"You're really wet." I heard him say.

"You think so?" I sarcastically say and look up from my top and I'm met with a pair of honey brown eyes.

"Yeah, very." His eyes trail down my body unsubtly.

I'm assuming this guy is very bold, but by the very look of his glossy eyes, I'd say he was drunk. And I wouldn't assume that, but I do because the moment he looks into my eyes, he looks kind of embarrassed knowing he got caught red handed.

"I'd say you were stalking me with all this bumping into me." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Stalking you? This is the third time I've run into you." I scoff again, rolling my eyes.

"I was drinking water." I motion down my top that is clinging to my body like a second skin.

"You bumped into me." I say, a little annoyed by his cocky attitude.

"More like you got in the way." His smirk just grew, and so did my annoyance. "And you remembering how many times you've bumped into me, is sorta creepy don't you think? I'd say you're displaying stalker tendencies."

"So which is it? Stalking you or I got in the way?" I raised a brow.

His dark brown eyebrows furrowed, his lips were in a straight line, and he looked to the side, almost as if he was really thinking about it.

I couldn't help, but giggle at how cute his action was.

"Stalking would be a little weird, but I guess I wouldn't mind it coming from you." He winked at me.

"How would stalk you if I don't know your name?" I pretended as if I'd forgotten his name. "Couldn't stalk you if I didn't care enough to know or remember your name."

"Oh wow I see how it is." He chuckled, shaking his head, looking down at the ground and then back at me. "I'm TJ."

"TJ-" I repeated his name. I don't know why I was thinking his name was going to be something else.

"Does it stand for something?"

"Yeah but I'm not telling you." His voice was playful but I didn't mind it. If he wasn't telling me it must be a really embarrassing name. My name wasn't embarrassing but I didn't like it. "So do get to know your name?"

"Nope." I smirked, shaking my head.

"Oh come on, you know mine."

"Doesn't mean you have to know mine. I don't know you. For all I know you could stalk me." I said playfully. If it wasn't for the alcohol in my system there would be no way in hell I'd be talking to TJ. "I've seen the ID Channel, I know how it all goes."

"Oh do you really?" TJ c****d his brow, and swear maybe I'm just seeing things, but he's much closer to me than he was before.

"Yes really." I don't know what was wrong with me, but I wanted him closer and inhale whatever the hell he was wearing. It was an oddly weird combination but it smelled amazingly good.

The closer he got, I felt I had to crane my neck up to look at him due to him being so tall. I wouldn't be surprised if he played basketball.

"Come on, it's my birthday, it's the least that I could get, but I also don't mind kisses."

"Happy birthday TJ." I turn around and walk a few steps before I look over my shoulder, and find TJ still looking at me.

"My name is Lola."

"Does it stand for something?" He asks.

"I guess you'll never know." I smile and walk away.

—

I think I was slightly sorta drunk. Maybe just a tad bit, definitely not too drunk, but sorta there. Or maybe, I was but who cares it's my birthday or at least it was.

I think it's I'm not really sure what time it is, but all I know it's night out so possibly ten at night, but I think that was three hours ago. I need to sit down just for a second.

I don't know how I got upstairs or when I got upstairs but I was upstairs. I have already accidentally walked in on a few people or groups of people.

There are things I didn't really care to see or ever wanted to see. Hopefully with all this alcohol, I wouldn't remember this tomorrow or maybe this was all in my head.

I laughed at the thought, there was no way my brain would imagine a threesome, no matter how drunk I was.

I shake the thought away and focus on the goal in front of me which was... right to sit down.

I continue my walk down the narrow hall and it finally occurs to me why I was up here, I was snooping around because who knows when I'll ever be in a house this big. He hiy sue me, anyone would do it too.

I stop at the last door I haven't been in, and pray for no threesomes or people doing drugs, while I don't mind the occasional blunt, I will not do coke or really any other drug.

I twist the doorknob, and I'm surprised that there's absolutely no soul inside.

I walk through the room and find it to be completely spotless and untouched. But the only thing that catches my attention is how loud can hear the ocean, considering how loud the music is.

I walked to the farthest part of the room, and didn't even realize there were double french doors that led to a balcony. I also didn't realize it was being occupied.

"Oh I'm sorry I-" TJ stands at the balcony, his elbows leaned against the railing.

"Boyfriend, what are you doing up here alone? And on your birthday?" I tease hoping he doesn't realize I was out snooping through his house.

"Hello, girlfriend." TJ stands up straight and turns arounds, there's a distant look on his face but it doesn't last long as his lips curl up into a small smile. "It's not my birthday anymore."

"Doesn't mean you have to be up here alone." I return the smile.

"I'm not. You're here now." TJ says as if he was specifically waiting for me to come up here.

"I have a spot reserved right here for you." He pats the railing next to him.

I should get going, but the two views in front of me are something I'd probably not see again for a while. Might as well enjoy it while I can.

I sauntered over towards him feeling my skirt rustle with each movement. The wind had picked up but it felt good, perfect for tonight or really any night. It carried the ocean scent enveloping you in its warmth.

As I stand next to him I can't help but feel awestruck at the view before me. The ocean was astounding whether it was day or night. It was beautiful but also mysterious. I watched as the waves rolled back and forth crashing at the shore, I could hardly see past the pitch black night, but it was all so soothing and so relaxing.

"Screw the house, I want the view." I hadn't realized had said that out loud, until I heard TJ laugh next to me.

"Which one?" He asked and arched his brow.

"Huh?"

"I should get going, but the two views in front of me are something I'd probably not see again for a while. Might as well enjoy it while I can." He repeated my words from just a bit ago. My eyes widened in shock.

God, maybe I'm drunker than I thought was.

"I was talking about-"

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone you think I'm great to look at." He chortled and winked at me. "Secrets safe with me."

I pressed my lips together to save myself from further embarrassment. My cheeks were already feeling hot. and who knows what else would leave my lips.

We stayed in silence again, but soon it didn't feel awkward but rather comfortable. Even with how comfortable I felt my feet were aching.

I decided to sit down, and let my feet dangle through the balcony pillars and laid on the cold ground. Maybe it was because I was tired and drunk and hot, but this felt amazing.

"Comfortable?" TJ stood above me staring down at me with a toothy grin on his face.

"Very." I nodded and patted the spot next to me.

"Come lay." He stared at me for a few seconds until he finally decided to lay down next to me.

"Feels good right?" I stared up at the sky and when I got no response, I turned my head and found TJ staring at me but then looked back up.

"Yeah, very comfortable." He said.

We stayed in silence once again, staring up at the tranquil sky while there was still a raging party downstairs. I don't think the silence last long until TJ spoke up.

"So how bad did he f**k up?"

It's not a question had expected him to ask, or care to know, but there was genuine interest in his voice.

"Cheated on me with my best friend, or I should say our best friend. We all grew up together." My smile became tight at the memories of us growing up together. "Caught them in his room on her knees. That was a sight to see."

"Ooo," he scrunched his nose. "That's tough. Was she hot?"

I scoff and glare at him. What kind of question is that?

"She's pretty, yeah," I shrug, annoyed. "Emily is pretty and there's no denying that. I would be fake if I said she was ugly because we used to be friends. But why does that even matter?"

"You're hot as f**k. If you were my girlfriend I wouldn't cheat on you." He stared intently into my eyes like he was stating a promise, or at least that's how it felt. "Let me see this Emily."

"Yeah, okay." My cheeks felt warm at his... compliment I'm guessing that's what that is. I've never heard or had anyone call me hot before, pretty or cute but not hot.

I pull my phone out and scroll to find a picture of Emily. Which reminds me I should delete them. There's no point in holding onto memories that are not worth remembering. That's a sad thought.

"That's her." I say and look at the picture we took right before found out she was a backstabbing b***h.

"She's alright." He shrugs. "You're still hotter though."

I roll my eyes. "But should that even matter if I'm hot or not?"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit." He scoffs. "Girls love the compliments, and if they're not getting them they get offended. I know what you're going to say it's not about the looks, but the personality that counts, and all that bullshit, but be honest with yourself would you date someone you didn't find attractive?"

"I- well yeah if liked their personality."

"Okay." He laughs with mock in his voice. "So tell me what you weren't willing to give?"

I prop myself on my elbow, resting my cheek on my shoulder confused by his question. "What do you mean?"

"As someone once said or some s**t there is someone who is always going to be better than the other. But when I look at Emily and I look at you I don't see how she's better than you. She looks like she dyed her hair red almost like yours but assuming she's blonde, right." He doesn't ask or wait for me to respond as he continues.

"Let me guess you were above her? Were you the captain of something or had more friends or something?" Now he pauses and waits for me to answer.

"I don't see how this pertains to them going behind my back." I answered a little frustrated.

"We had the same friends, cheered together, and were in the same clubs. Though I was captain and had won prom queen and homecoming..." I trail off flashbacks of Emily popping into my head. Could she have?

"Tell me girlfriend," he propped himself on his elbow and leaned in slightly closer to me

"What weren't you willing to give that she was. Considering you have so many great things to offer." He wiggles his brows.

If it wasn't for how charismatic he was, I'd say to hell with this and head back downstairs, but now my mind can't stop thinking what did she give that I didn't? I don't think I'm hotter than Emily, actually I don't think I'm better than her at all.

If anything I always thought she was better than me in every aspect. She's smart, pretty, assertive, and so on. I could list so many things she was better at than I was. So why would she go behind my back? She couldn't have been jealous.

And if she was, I don't understand why?