The week passed super fast. We created a power point for the meeting and assigned the parts . Luckily I didn't have a big one, since I hate to talk in front of a big audience. When the big day finally arrived I woke up with a
an irregular breathing and my pajama was coated in sweat. I managed to shower and dress up. A limousine brought us to the building, where the meeting was taking place. It lasted five hours. Five hours! Finished, we headed to the hotel and decided to celebrate by buying a ton of alcohol. Worst decision ever.

6 pm
"Here's to the meeting" Tyler shouts with a shaky voice.

I lay my lips on the glass cup as I force down my throat the strong liquor. I slump down onto the sofa crashing against Noah. My throat feels drier that a scorching hot day in the Sahara Desert.

"You've been drinking a lot, haven't you" he says with an amazingly charming voice.
"Nope" I say laughing at my own words. "Well, we can hear it," he says smiling awkwardly.
I turn around and spot in the far corner two figures making out, probably Tyler and Melinda.

I turn around and powerfully smack my lips onto Noah's, nearly knocking him down of the sofa. My arms reach up and tangle around his thick neck. Inside my mouth I can feel the slight burn of the vodka as it rolls down my tongue and flows down my throat. His hands drift to my hips as they pull me closer. I display my hands against his chest as my breath quickens. The jealousy and anger felt by seeing Tyler and Melinda together, is replaced by a wild desire.

We break apart for air as I rest my forehead against his. A powerful and cold hand touches my back making my whole body shake. I turn around and see Tyler, who is staring at me with wide eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering...um...if you guys would like a glass of champagne." Tyler says with a slurred and shaky voice.
I stare at him with vast eyes.
"No thanks, I'm fine" I say.
"Well, I'd like some" Noah says with a smirk.
I scoot off of him and stand up as I struggle to keep my balance. Noah quickly grabs my waist tightly, brushing my hair back from my shoulder. He's so close to me that I can feel his hot breath tickling against my bare neck.
"I'll be right back"he says.

After what seems like an eternity has passed, Noah isn't still back. I stand up from the comfy sofa and start searching for him. My legs don't work as I tell them. Neither do my hands. My eyesight starts to blur, as I make my way to the restroom. The lights are already on,so I walk towards the faucet. I feel someone's hands on my waist. I try to back off but I hit my head on the wall. A shrill of pain exits my lips. Everything becomes fuzzy. And then nothing.