《The Academy 3》17
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I was fuming mad at watching Eric kiss Alicia's cheek. I was also heartbroken to see that she really moved on. He wasn't like her previous suitors where she couldn't stand their presence. She actually liked him and was open to spending the rest of her life with that guy.
I couldn't stand there any longer, so I fled. Gemma rushed after me and asked if I was alright. How could I be alright?! I just watched the girl I love allow her fiancé to kiss her. She was his now and not mine anymore.
Astrid had seen my hysterical interaction with Gemma. She led me to an isolated part of the house. She was trying to talk to me, but I was inconsolable. I pushed past them and headed for the kitchen. The two followed me as I brushed past the party goers.
When I got to the kitchen, I opened up a bottle of vodka and chugged it. The bottle got ripped out my hands by Zara. I shot her a glare, but she gave me one back. Tamsin walked in asking what all the commotion was about. She took one look at me and guessed.
I ignored their pitying gazes and opened a bottle of tequila. Tamsin winced when I began chugging it. Again, Zara ripped the bottle out my hands.
"You are officially cut off from alcohol tonight." Zara gave me a disapproving look.
I walked away from them in anger. All of them rushed after me, but I didn't care. I wanted to leave. And I was going to until I saw the sight before me.
All I could see was red! How dare he put his hands on her! She's mine! Not his! She belongs to me! Tamsin and Yaz were attempting to lead me away, but I broke their hold and raced towards the new couple. I shoved Eric off Alicia. Alicia was in utter shock and was unable to respond to the verbal assault I was lacing on Eric.
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In an effort to piss him off and assert my dominance, I pulled Alicia's face to mine and kissed her deeply. I was saddened when she quickly broke the kiss of. Did she not like it? Oh, no. She's really moved on. I was really beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol when she began ushering me away. Her brows knit together in concern when she looked at me.
Alicia ended up taking me to her room to recover. I was so happy to finally be back in our room. I broke free from her hold and ran to her bed. I jumped onto it and allowed my body to sink into the heavenly mattress. Alicia was glaring at me from across the room. Ugh! Must she still try to act formal with all her fancy schmancy manners?!
I eagerly pat the side of the bed. Even though she was glaring, she still approached me to sit down. I took her by surprise when I wrapped my arms around her. She yelled when I pulled her into my chest. I was so in love with this woman. Why can't we be back together?
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I woke up in a very comfortable position. I also think that was the best sleep I've had in a long time. I felt gentle hands run through my tresses. It felt so good. Wait! Where the hell am I?! I opened my eyes wide and looked down. Thank God, I was still dressed. I then tried looking at the person whose chest I was on.
I was panicking, but tried to remain calm. Maybe the person would fall back asleep and I- wait! The room is familiar. Oh, no. Don't tell me Ali and I-
"Your breathing is erratic and I swear you're bound to have a heart attack if you do not calm down." She stopped stroking my head and got out the bed. "Advil and water is on the table. You can also use the bathroom, where a change of clothes is waiting for you." She spoke with her back turned to me.
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"Ali." She tensed at the nickname. "Please, look at me."
"Why?" Her back was still turned. "What benefit have you ever been to me?" She humorlessly chuckled. "You've made a scene last night." She turned around with vigor. Her eyes were narrowed and her body radiated anger. "You embarrassed me. That behavior is not tolerated from a partner of a McAllister. That is why you would never be one." She then walked out the room.
I pulled my knees to my chest and cried. I kept sobbing at the reality that Alicia and I would be no more. She hated me. Her feelings of resentment ran so deep that she couldn't even stand my presence.
"I'm so sorry, Alicia." I sobbed out. "I'm so sorry I hurt you because I love you so much." I whispered.
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