Drunk as What?Mature

Straightening was a pain thanks to the humidity. My brother finally came home. It was only 4, but I wanted to get my hair done beforehand.

"Guess what?" he said, barging into my room.

"What?" I asked, burning the tip of my ear.

"I got a date tonight," he said, "to that party thing or whatever."

"You're going?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "there's apparently a lot of people my age."

I walked over and closed the door.

"Ok," I said, "um... I got invited, too. And the dude that asked said to bring condoms... I mean, he was talking to me. But... I don't know if he meant in general. And I'll bet there are a bunch of almost Freshmen girls who wanna walk into school non-virgin the first day."

"And..."

"You are not losing your virginity, Loghead."

Yes, I called him Loghead. Who cared?

"Ok," he said, a little freaked out, "you're... creeping me out."

"I know... listen to my rules. Now. Number 1: Don't talk to me. Number 2: Don't go find some slutty girl to hang with. Number 3: No more than two cups of beer. Number 4: No sex... you could make-out, though. Number 5: Don't contact me unless you're drowning or getting beat up. Number 6: Don't tell mom or dad about this," I said, handing him a condom I stole from Griffin's room, and placing some in a purse.

"Shit," he said, holding it and analyzing it.

"What? You've never seen a condom before?"

"Seen one," he said, "but... never held one...it's like a gift."

"No, Logan, it's our backup."

"What? You got a dick on you?"

He laughed.

"No, idiot. I got guys drooling over me."

"Until they find out you got yourself a penis."

'Shut up," I said, threatening him with my straightener.

"I'm kidding," he said, "you're a psychopathic bitch, you know that, right?"

I nodded, smiling.

"Whatchya wearing, Loghead?"

"I don't know... clothes."

"You guys are pretty annoying."

Griffin barged in, for once not on his cell phone.

"Hello, bitch and bastard."

He sat on my bed next to Logan.

"Why are you asking her about girls?"

"'Cause she's a girl, dumbass," Logan replied, shaking his head, "And you got into Duke?"

"Psht," he said, rolling his eyes, "anyway, you're going to the party, I see."

"Don't tell me you're going," I said.

"What? You're embarassed by having your hot older brother there and not this little twerp?"

"I already told him my rules."

"Oh please," he said, "I'm not going to some stupid high school party."

"Good for you," Logan said.

"What are you gonna do? Sit at home like some loser texting your girlfriend that you're eventually gonna break up with?"

"No," he said, "I'm gonna get some beer and drive to Duke tonight. It's stay one night in your future dorm thing. I'll meet my roommate tonight, suckers."

"Ok," I said, "have fun with that."

"You guys took some condoms right?"

We nodded.

"Good," he said, "you're smart. That's how I raised you. And Logan, you better not get some girl pregnant."

"I'm not gonna lose my virginty," Logan replied.

He squirmed when he said that. It sounded weird coming from a soon-to-be 9th grader. I mean, his voice still cracked.

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It was nine o'clock. My mom came up to me, seeing me dressed in short denim shorts, a loose, see-through tank-top (which showed my lace bra), and my slutty looking gladiators. Damn. She must've been scared.

"Honey," she said, "you better be careful at that party."

John walked by.

"Why in the world are you dressed like that?"

I shrugged. God, he pissed me off. My mom stared me down.

"There's a party."

John walked up to me.

"Go wear something less revealing."

"No," I said, "it's dark outside. It's just a party. Logan!"

"Yeah?" he called.

"Are you done?"

John just shook his head. Logan walked down and we walked to the door.

"You better change," John called.

My mom had given up.

"Nah," I said, walking out the door, "oops, I forgot to wear underwear."

And we walked out. You could hear the music from a mile away. There were people swimming in the water, some skinny-dipping. Lovely. Logan ditched me to meet up with that girl and I was handed a beautiful red cup filled to the brim with beer. Yum. I took a sip.

"You new?" asked the girl who handed me a cup.

"Yeah," I said.

"You fit right in," she said, glancing at my secret belly button piercing and cartlidge.

"Thanks," I said, nodding.

"What's your name? I'm Ness."

"I'm Sydney, but call me Syd."

She smiled. We talked a little. She had just come here in January. We were drunk when Derek came by.

"You met Derek?" she asked, laughing.

"Yeah," I said, laughing for some reason.

We were sitting in the sand this whole. He sat next to us.

"Wow, you guys are drunk," he said, "I should take advantage of this."

"Yeah, maybe we should have a threesome," I said, seductively.

"That sounds hot," Ness whispered.

"I know," I said, "I would love to see his dick."

"See how teeny-tiny it is."

I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.

"Bitches," he said, "I got a huge dick."

"How does it fit then?" I asked, "Or have you even tried?"

Ness laughed. He shook his head.

"I have," he whispered, "you wanna see?"

"No," I said, "no sex tonight, honey."

"With me? Or in general?"

"In general, idiot," I said, "I think... you're sexy."

"Oooo," Ness chimed.

"Who's sexy?" said another girl sitting down next to Derek.

"Me," he said, kissing her.

"Oh yeah," she whispered.

"Don't do it now!" I shouted.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, "New?"

"Sydney," I said.

"Hi, I'm Kiara," she said, "Derek's girlfriend."

"I see," I said, "well have fun you two. Ness, you coming?"

She nodded, laughing while she got up. We grabbed a slice of watermelon and ate it, ankles in the surprisingly warm water. After a while, Ness fell asleep. It was almost 4. The music had quieted down and I saw Logan kiss the girl. Well, I thought it was Logan. It was pretty blurry. Someone patted my shoulder.

"Yessssh?" I asked, turning around.

It was Derek holding my shorts. I made sure I had underwear on. Thank god.

"Why do you have those?" I asked.

"You took them off," he said.

"When?" I asked, confused.

"A while ago," he said.

"A while ago?" I asked.

"Damn," he said, "you're really drunk."

"I am?"

"You are."

"Really?"

"Really. You should get home. Half the people are asleep."

Two condoms fell out of the pocket in my shorts. He smiled, picking them up.

"You brought them," he said.

"I did," I said.

I tried moving, but I fell flat on my ass. He picked me up.

"I'll drop you home."

"Nah," I said, going back into the water.

He pulled me back.

"You'll drown, stupid," he said, laughing.

"Ok?"

"You'll die."

"I'll die?:"

He nodded. I tried walking home, falling on my butt. Logan actually had left. Holy crap. Derek laughed when I fell. He scooped me up, carrying me home.

"You're strong," I said.

"I know, baby," he said in a conceited way.

"Here," I said, pointing out the house.

He dropped me at the doorstep.

"Thanks," I said, punching his arm gently.

"No problem," he said.

He started to walk away, but I called him back.

"Wanna hug?" I asked.

He smiled, turning around and walking toward me. I outstretched my arms, wrapping them around his warm, strong body. He let go. And out of no where, I went on my tippy-toes and kissed him, flat on the lips. And I didn't want to let go.

The End

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