"What the fuck are you doing here?" BB laughed as Ethan and Alma walked into the house. The music was loud, different shades of lights all through out the house. BB was near the hallway with a cluster of people Alma had seen laughing at her before. Ethan nudged her quickly, his fingers grazed her.

"Why don't you fuck off, BB?" Alma said loudly, loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. A string of 'ouuu's went through as Alma smiled, walking with Ethan.

"What'd I tell you?" he asked her with a snort.

"That felt fucking amazing. Like, finally sneezing." Alma spoke with wide eyes, "I feel like I can run a marathon."

"Let's not run, let's drink!" Ethan announced, pulling her toward the small table, "I know you're a wine cooler type of gal but-"

"But vodka will do!" Alma announced with a cheer, throwing her hands up.

"Whoop!" Ethan went along with her, pouring two shots of vodka and handing her one, "Okay, let's do it together, are you ready?"

"Come close." Alma laughed, their arms linking, "One, two-"

"Three." Ethan went on, the pair downing the shots quickly. Alma gave a loud cough with a nod of her head, flashing Ethan a thumbs up, "Are you-are you good? You're good?"

"Never been better." Alma announced with one more cough, "Let's do another!"

"Okay, another." Ethan nodded, pouring the two more. He handed Alma one, his eyes glancing before her after she downed it. This time, she didn't fall into a coughing fit. Alma followed Ethan's gaze behind her, finding Kat at the other drinking table.

"Oh my god, don't do this again." Alma groaned as she grabbed Ethan's hands, "Don't just watch from a distance like a stalker. Go over there and talk to her."

"A stalker?" Ethan asked in disbelief as Ethan poured another shot, "Woah, okay, pace yourself."

"Stalkerrrr." Alma sing-songed as she took the shot with a squinted face, giving a shimmy of her shoulders, "Either you go talk to her or i'm gonna make you dance, it's that simple."

"Well, I happen to be terrified of dancing." Ethan hummed as Alma threw her arms around him, "Hello."

"I'm so proud of you. Go get the girl." she patted his back, moving so he walked past, a sigh left her lips.

"Alma!" her name being called caused her to spin around, seeing the new girl, Jules, who'd she'd only spoken to one, "You're drinking!"

"Drinking a lot!" Alma announced with a bright grin, "Are you Juliet?"

"Yes! Let's dance?" Jules grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the dance floor. Alma tried not to think of all the people around her, but her mind was getting the best of her, "Where's that bitch that told BB to fuck off? I want her back!"

Alma laughed slightly, "I think that might have just been a one time thing."

"Noooo, I know she's in there." Jules giggled as she pushed her finger into Almas forehead, "Come out, come out wherever you are."

Alma gave a little sway of her shoulders, taking Jules hand as they spun. It took her a moment, but she let loose a bit. Her body twisted, feeling like she was floating, the alcohol hitting her nicely.

"Oh shit, don't look now." Jules giggled as her eyes fell before Alma. But by now you'd think people would stop saying that, considering it only made the person actually turn back and look. And Alma did, turning immediately to follow her gaze and land on McKay walking through the house. His eyes met hers a she rolled her eyes.

"I'm gonna get another drink." Alma commented as she patted Jules arm, walking off quickly.

"What actually happened between McKay and Alma wasn't that big of a deal. The story was twisted around school a lot last year though. Some people said they had sex, some people said she sucked him off, some people said she paid him to sleep with her. There were a lot of rumors he let fly around despite knowing the real story.

Truth was, McKay actually kinda liked Alma. That had a project together and she was always really nice to him when they'd work together, actually seemed interested when he'd talk about how much football stresses him out. But the thing was, he couldn't just openly like Alma, not when everyone hated her the way they did. His image , just like Maddys, was just too important to him.

So, they ended up just texting and sneaking around a lot. They had fun too, he was her first kiss and the first guy she actually ever really liked. It was fun, it was pretty much everything she wanted in life. He'd sneak over a lot and they'd talk and laugh and just felt like they knew each other on a really deep level.

"No, I get that." McKay nodded as he sat on the floor with Alma, his foot nudged hers, "What can I do to make it better?"

Alma laughed slightly, "Where do you buy new moms?"

"Shit, amazon?" McKay joked with a laugh, making her to do the same.

"You have to give it back." Alma gave a strict look as she held her book infront of her, "It's my favorite book ever, seriously. You can not keep it, and don't hurt her."

"I'll take extremely good care of her, swear." McKay took the book with a knowing promise, "You trust me?"

She gave a soft look, "Course I do."

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her.

'But like most good relationships, they never actually lasted long at all. McKay and Alma had been together in secret for about three months when he'd left his phone unlocked in the locker room. Nate Jacobs got a hold of it and found a topless picture Alma sent to him the night before. Obviously, because he was a teenage boy, Nate sent it around and made up some massive rumor that Alma sent it to McKay randomly.

And because he was also a teenage boy, McKay let them.

It really fucked up Almas heart. She really loved McKay, like on a level she'd never loved anyone before. He tried to talk to her after that, but she never actually let him. That was what lead everyone to call her a slut and make up all the random sex rumors that everyone began to believe. McKay actually really hurt her, worse then Maddy ever had, worse then her dad did, worse then her mom.

She'd never told anyone about those three months that she was totally in love with him.

Alma watched Ethan walk up stairs with his hand in Kat's. She wanted to cheer and feel proud of him, but she just didn't. Seeing McKay really threw her off, and now she was having to put her jealousy for Ethan giving his attention to Kat aside, despite her encouraging him to talk to her all the time. She took another shot, feeling a tap on her shoulder.

"Eli?" she asked, because she wasn't certain if that was his name or not.

"Elliot." he corrected her with a grin, "I like your costum."

"Oh, thank you." Alma laughed as she looked at the drinks, "You wanna drink?"

"Sure." he nodded, watching her poor it for him, "Actually, do you wanna go somewhere to talk?"

Alma looked hesitant, glancing over toward the stairs for any sight of Ethan. But she knew where he was, with Kat, probably doing a bunch of sex stuff if she had to make a guess. She almost wanted him to come down the stairs, stop her from making such a stupid decision, "Yeah, let's go."

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