30| Tipsy

                                    

                                          
Chapter 30: Tipsy (Blake's POV)
                          
After about two hours into the party, Willow took Hope to show her where the bathroom was and I haven't seen her since. I was more intoxicated than I planned to be. I wasn't wasted, but I'm fairly tipsy. 
                          
"Jonah." I grabbed onto his shoulder. 
                          
"What's up? Are you drunk?" He eyed me warily. 
                          
"Kind of," I admitted. "I need to find Hope." 
                          
"I think she's still upstairs," he said. "You want me to take you?" 
                          
"It's fine." I waved my hand dismissively. I grabbed myself some water in a cup and sipped on it while stumbling upstairs. 
                          
"Dude, are you okay?" Vince asked, grabbing onto me as I nearly fell once I reached upstairs. 
                          
"I'm looking for Hope." 
                          
"She's with Willow. They're in her room. Last door to the left." He went downstairs after that I continued making my way over there. I was about halfway there when the door to my right opened and a girl stepped out. 
                          
"Oh, sorry. You're Blake, right?" she smiled flirtatiously. 
                          
"No," I mumbled, trying to walk away. 
                          
She grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back. "You don't look too good right now. Can I get you anything?" 
                          
"No." 
                          
"I'm Spencer, by the way." 
                          
"I don't care," I groaned, pulling my arm out of her grasp. 
                          
"I'm single, by the way. Are you?" 
                          
"No," I huffed, trying to continue walking but she's holding my hand. I downed the rest of my water, tossing the cup before throwing her hand off of me. "Look, I have a girlfriend," I slurred, blinking slowly and trying to clear up my vision a little more. I'm kind of seeing double. Maybe I'm a little past tipsy. 
                          
"I don't see her," she smirked. 
                          
"Then look around a little more," I said under my breath, trying to walk away. 
                          
She yanked me back, trying to pull me into the room. "Oh, come on, Blake. I've heard about your ways, you weren't always a one-woman kind of guy," she giggled. 
                          
"I am now, get the fuck off me." She stopped in the doorway, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips down to hers. I immediately felt disgusted with her and myself. I pushed her off. Harder than necessary so she did stumble a bit. I wiped the back of my hand over my lips, getting soberer by the second. "I said get off!" I snapped. 
                          
"Blake!" I felt someone grabbing my hand and turning me around. My eyes met Hope's and all my senses kicked in. "Are you okay?" she asked, grabbing my face, scanning me up and down. 
                          
"Did you see that?" I asked, glancing at the girl. What was her name again? 
                          
"See what?" 
                          
Oh no. 
                          
"See him kiss me." We both turned to the girl. What was her fucking name? Was it Sasha? 
                          
"What?" Hope scoffed. 
                          
"I'm Spencer, by the way. James is my brother. Cousin but whatever, I've heard of you. Hope, right?" 
                          
I groaned, already knowing where this was going. 
                          
"Whatever, what did you just say before introducing yourself?" Hope asked, pulling away from me. 
                          
"Oh, right. He kissed me."