I don’t find Timothy immediately. The first person I see when I leave the room is Alexander, sitting on a stool outside the common area as he sips from a cup in his hands. “Hey,” I say, as I crouch before him. His eyes are bloodshot, unsteady. Slurring, he says, “Hey, pretty b–boy.” And I blush despite myself. His fingers graze my face, and I forget my original mission of finding Timothy. I take Alexander’s hand in mine, trying to hold it away from my face. He tips the bottle in his hand into my mouth. Cold liquid flashes down my throat; a second later my stomach roils and my vision blurs. “What are you doing here, all alone? The party is inside.” My voice comes out deeper than I intended, I almost don’t recognize it. He doesn’t respond for a second, staring at me. Then he goes, “Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?” His pointer rises to meet my face, drunken, almost childish, awe staining his expression. I take a step away from him as I stand. The floor t
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