Fallen Too Deep

Hey kinky slut ;) how are you? Good? I hope so. If not...let's talk abt it. Anyways...this chapter isn't THAT eventful but it does contain some important info sooo stay tuned ;)

Also^ lol no one cares but I did find out how to add gifs and that's what Sofia's thinking while her and Kristina are talking, just remember that gif when you read that part ;)

****

I needed air. I was hot, and flustered, and didn't want to be here any longer. But, if I wasn't with Kristina, I could only assume she had found Isaac and they were together right now.

I just needed her keys, damn, I really regretted only taking one car right now. I didn't want her to know I was upset, because I wasn't. I wasn't upset, I swear. I was...fine...I was kinda upset. Just a little bit though.

Why would he even kiss me in the first place if he hadn't meant to? And why the hell would he just leave me after? Way to make a girl feel special, Nathan.

I felt my eyes burn and I quickly blinked away the tears. I wouldn't cry. No way in hell would I cry. I hadn't cried for a guy since Seth, and I had vowed to never let a guy get to me like that again. So no, Sofia, you cannot cry for Nathan. It was just a kiss.

Maybe to him. To me, it was better than getting drunk. It was better than anything I'd ever done. And the reason for that, was probably because he was such an expert at it. He had meaningless sex 10x more than I did. Why did I think I was any different? Of course he would leave me after, but we hadn't even had sex yet.

Was I really that repulsive that he didn't even want to have sex with me? No. Don't do that. Why was I the one second guessing myself when he was the one being a butthole? I just needed to find Kristina and get the hell out of here. Once again, my night was a bust.

Dammit! I should've just stuck with blue eyes. I would've never ran into Nathan, I would've never danced with him. I would've never kissed him.

Really though, did I regret it? No. Because as hurt as I felt right now, he had still made the first move. He had still been the one to kiss me. Not the other way around. I wasn't sure if he was just swept up in the moment or what but he still did it.

And two weeks ago, at the parking lot, he had almost kissed me then too. Anger was slowly bubbling inside of me. Seriously? Was it that hard to talk to me after rather than to just run away.

I set out to find Kristina, I could just keep myself composed until I went home. I just wanted to shower, and go to bed. I didn't want to party anymore.

I was letting him ruin my night. Damn. Why was I letting him get to me? He was my friend, nothing more. Why was I giving him so much power.

"Hey." I felt a guy come up from behind me, and it wasn't hard to tell he was excited. I could turn around, and forget about Nathan, or I could just go find Kristina like I had intended to.

I had to think fast, and yet the only thing that came to mind was: no. I didn't want to. I just wanted to go home.

"Hey." I said, uninterested, before walking away. I was hot, sweaty, and just wanted to be in my bed. Where the hell was Kristina?

After what seemed like forever of looking, I decided to take a break and spotted a keg. I needed something. A couple somethings. I grabbed a plastic red cup from the stack that was resting on top of the keg and filled up my cup before I gulped the beer down. It was bittersweet.

I furrowed my brows as I stared at the red cup in front of me. I gulped the contents in my mouth as I wondered about a past experience with beer. Almost 2 months ago. At Nathan's party. The beer was bitter, I remember thinking I didn't remember it being this bitter.