Chapter 30: Turn Down For What

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This is some Rated PG shit.

"It's like he went Hunger Games on me."

I made a face. The fuck?

"I was seriously so close to handing him a flashlight but he was too busy exploring the depths of my insides. It's not like he's on his way to the center of the earth or something."

I can't fucking take this anymore.

"Connie," I groaned, hanging my head and silently begging her to stop.

We were at my house, hanging out by the pool where the heart of the big ass party was at. Music blasted off from the speakers, people danced in their swimsuits, and booze flowed nonstop. It was turning out to be the party of the fucking year.

But then Connie just had to share her sexcapades.

"What?" she asked indignantly.

I sighed and rubbed my temple. "I know it's your birthday, but seriously?" I gestured to the side of my head, and added, "My ears are fucking bleeding."

She scoffed. "Y'all can kiss and tell but I can't?"

"Don't you have girlfriends now to tell that shit to?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. They're too innocent for this stuff. Besides, don't give me that crap. Compared to you, my experiences are as tame as high school friggin' musical."

I looked away, putting the cup of beer to my lips. Keeping my eyes on the pool, I tried to play it cool as I murmured, "We haven't done it yet."

I could practically feel Connie's eyes boring a hole on my face.

"No way," she whispered in disbelief.

I only shrugged.

"Why not?" she demanded.

"She's not ready yet."

"And you're willing to wait? You?"

I turned to face her. She had a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," I said simply.

She stared. "Wow."

I smiled crookedly. "Doesn't mean we're not goofing around."

I'm no saint, after all.

Connie made a disgusted sound.

"Pig," she muttered.

"Said the girl who got his boyfriend to go all Dora the Explorer on her," I smirked.

She looked up the night sky, took a deep breath, and released it.

"Why did I even think telling you that was a good idea?"

I chuckled. "Beats me."

My eyes wandered around, looking for a black-haired dork in the crowd. But I was sure she was inside with her friends, probably down in the basement to get some peace and quiet. That was the only place off limits to everyone but a select few.

Technically, I didn't lie to Connie. I didn't wanna go all the way with Halo because she – and her body – was nowhere near ready. I'd rather prime her first, you know? So that when the time comes, it wouldn't be that painful for her.

Not promising that she wouldn't be sore, though. Then again, she had a pretty damn good stamina. We might last all night.

Huh.

I quickly shook my head, getting rid of my dirty thoughts. Having a raging hard on in the middle of a crowded place like this wasn't the perfect timing.

Shit. Too late.

"We made it to the playoffs," sang Frisco, waltzing towards us while I subtlety adjusted myself. "We made it to the playoffs. Ka-pow!" he exclaimed, saying the last word right when he stopped in front of us. "What's up?"

Connie shrugged, while I looked around and spotted Alfie in the distance. He pointed to Frisco, made a pushing gesture, then pointed to himself. I exchanged glances with Connie. She nodded, and I brought back my eyes to Frisco.

"C'mon, why are you guys so chill about this?" said Frisco, bouncing a little. "We made it to the darn playoffs!"

"Be happy when we win State," I told him.

"That's almost the same thing!"

I studied him then. His eyes were glazed and droopy. And while his body was relaxed, there was a sense of restlessness with him. He was too hyper, too happy.

All of a sudden, I remembered Kurt brining his infamous happy brownies earlier. And everything made sense.

"Hey, Frisco. Could I borrow your phone for a sec?" asked Connie casually.

Frisco handed it to her, totally oblivious.

"GOTCHA, YOU CURLY SONUVABITCH!" yelled Alfie, appearing out of nowhere and tackling Frisco to the pool right beside us.

Connie and I burst out laughing.

"Sucker," I muttered.

"Spoke too soon," I heard Kurt sneer from behind me, before putting an arm around my waist and pulling me with him into the water.

"Fuck!"

I swiftly threw my phone to Connie before I fully crashed to the water. Sure, I got beer mixed with the water in the swimming pool now because I was still holding my red cup. But honestly? I didn't give a shit.

As soon as I came up for air, I wiped my face and gripped Kurt's neck with an arm.

"You're dead!" I declared.

"I ain't sorry!" he laughed, trying to wiggle his way out from my arm.

I tightened my grip. "You will be!"

Despite my threats, I had a shit-eating grin on my face. All of us had. We were laughing and living our lives the way we should be. I was having a good time with these mofos.

I was happy.

"Water fiiiiiiight!" screamed Alfie, grabbing the water gun that was just floating there. He pointed it at us, with a wicked gleam in his eye.

Kurt and I exchanged quick horrified looks. At the same time, we lowered our heads and shielded our faces. We splashed Alfie as much as we could without really looking at him.

Like a fucking savior, I heard Frisco yell from the pool steps.

"Here!"

Then, he threw a couple of nerf guns to me and Kurt. As soon as I caught one, I wasted no time. I gave Alfie a taste of his own medicine. I aimed and shot with one eye closed, while splashing him with water with my free hand.

"Eat shit, O'neal!"

"Very original, Lacy!"

I wasn't really sure how long the fuck we went at it, but at some point the four of us got exhausted from laughing and finally left the pool to rinse off.

By that time, Connie disappeared. I figured she was with Parker, continuing his search in the forbidden pubic forest or whatever.

Ugh. Gonna have a hard time getting rid of that image.

After getting new clothes from my room, I went to find Halo. I left her alone and gave her some space to have fun with her friends. We agreed not to be one of those couples that was so lost in each other that they forget to spend time with their friends.

But time was up. It was my turn.

"Where's Halo?" I asked Milo, when I got to the living room.

I looked around. It was packed with people, but I didn't see her.

"Ohhh! Hey, Oz!" He pouted. "No hi?"

My eyes switched to Brooklyn, who had her hands raised up. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling as she danced slowly to the beat. Suddenly, she froze and opened her eyes. She grabbed Milo's hands, looking she was about to cry.

"This song is so emotional," she sobbed.

I cocked my head. The song being played was Turn Down For What.

"I get you, honey!" replied Milo.

These people were tripping.

"Halo, dude?" I asked again.

Milo waved a dismissive hand. "She went to the kitchen to get something to eat," he answered a-matter-of-factly. Then, his eyes glazed as he glanced at the kitchen.

My eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I think she's drunk."

I think you're drunk.

My brows furrowed. I headed to the kitchen, ready to feed Halo. Even cook for her if I had to. Okay, I meant order pizza or something.

But then I noticed Halo wasn't alone in the kitchen. Snow was there, too.

Damn.

Looked like Connie invited her, after all. Maybe Connie had moved on, which wasn't really like her. Yeah, I bet she had an ulterior motive.

". . . really sorry about that time."

Shit. I'm eavesdropping again. But I swear not to run this time.

I peeked inside and caught Halo slightly sway on her feet. She was eating something from the counter when she shrugged so much her shoulders reached her ears.

"It's done," she said. "I'm actually pretty over it." She leaned her face closer to Snow, while her eyes squinted. "Unless you broke the rules of feminism and kissed him, which you aren't really allowed to do anymore."

"No," answered Snow quickly, shaking her head. "No, I didn't."

Halo released a huge sigh. "Okay, good. We're good."

She went on to eating again, while Snow stared at her like she was so out of this world. Or maybe that was just me.

"Say, Halo?" started Snow, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah-huh?" Halo's voice was muffled from munching on the nachos.

"Um, what made you like him?"

What are you getting at, Snow?

I didn't know I was leaning closer till my forehead hit the door.

"Nothing made me like him. I just sorta did." Halo frowned thoughtfully and looked at Snow. "Girl, have you seen that boy? He's freaking oozing of hotness! Not to mention, he's surrounded by this aura of awesomeness! I did say he's hot, right?"

A smile made its way to my lips.

"Yeah, you did," nodded Snow, with a little smile.

Halo looked around the room. "I wonder if they have Nutella."

It's on the upper cupboard behind the cereal box.

"Do you think he's a good guy?"

I stilled, took a step back, and leaned on the table beside the doorway.

"Uh-huh," Halo answered distractedly, her eyes scanning the counter. "Don't you?"

"Sometimes," shrugged Snow.

"There's good in everyone, you know." Halo grabbed a nacho and split it in half. She showed the smaller half to Snow. "No matter how small."

The corner of my mouth turned up.

"I always thought he was too worried about his ego to man up and be kind."

And there it was. I shook my head and let out a tiny humorless laugh. I was starting to wonder where the feisty Snow was at, but she was still there.

"He is kind," protested Halo, giving Snow the stink eye. "In his own way, at least."

Right. Halo wouldn't give anyone the stink eye unless she was drunk.

"To his friends, yeah. But what about other random people? I know deep down, there's something there." Snow shook her head. "It's just sad how he can't show it more."

"He is," insisted Halo, looking behind the toaster. "People are just too caught up in his bad side that they don't see it."

This girl's confidence in me is astounding.

Snow didn't speak for a while, she only stared at Halo.

"From the sound of it, you seemed to have liked him for a long time now."

"Since freshman year," replied Halo without skipping a beat, raising a hand proudly as she looked under the sink.

Who hides their Nutella under the sink?

I cracked a smile, shaking my head in amusement this time.

"HA! Found it!" grinned Halo, wiggling her hips and bouncing as she brought the jar to the island counter. "Nutella, you the bomb!"

"You're like a ray of sunshine," laughed Snow.

Halo winked. "Hope I don't blind you."

I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing. Was that subtle sass just now?

But Snow didn't seem to catch it because she laughed again. Leaning her back on the counter opposite Halo, she smiled warmly.

"I see why he fell for you."

Halo paused thoughtfully. "We haven't had sex yet, though. Is that bad?"

Snow blinked. "P – Pardon?"

Yep, that's my cue.

I strutted in and acted like I haven't been listening in to their conversation for the past few minutes. I acted like I just hadn't heard them talk about me, with Halo defending my ass at every turn. I felt kinda useless, to be honest.

"There you are, you dork," I told Halo, ruffling her hair when I came up to her. She only stuck her tongue out at me. My eyes went to Snow, and I nodded. "Hey."

She nodded back. "Hey."

From the corner of my eye, I caught Halo dipping her fingers in Nutella.

"That's dirty," I commented.

"Psh," scoffed Halo, rolling her eyes. "You're not a cop."

I leaned closer to study her, raising her chin so I could look her in the eye.

"How much did you drink?" I asked.

"Dunno," she shrugged nonchalantly. "But oh!" she added excitedly. "Kurt offered me these brownies and I ate a bunch of 'em and they taste so good and I'm so hungry!"

"Shit." That explained it. "Halo, baby," I said gently. "You're high as fuck."

She laughed, as if I just made the funniest joke ever.

"No, I'm not."

But then after a moment, she gasped. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She looked at me with a shocked expression.

"Oh, no! I'm baked!" she whispered.

"Lit is more like it," I chuckled. "Come on, I'll take you to my room till it wears off."

She giggled and clapped. "Okay, I'll take it off!"

I kept myself from laughing.

"No, dork," I said, shaking my head in amusement. "I didn't mean your clothes. It's the – You know what, just let me handle it. Cool?"

"Cool!" she grinned, with her eyes drooping. Then, she leaned her head on my chest. "I'll just take a quick nap for a sec. Hmm. You smell nice."

Smiling, I grabbed a hand towel from the counter and cleaned off her chocolate-coated fingers. I could feel Snow's eyes on me from the other side of the room.

"Thanks for not leaving her alone," I said, without looking at her.

"No problem," was her only reply.

I looked at her. "Connie invited you."

She looked down. "Yeah."

"You guys finally talked?"

She raised her head and frowned. "Not really."

"You will," I assured her.

"Thanks," she smiled.

I threw the towel on the sink and gently rubbed Halo's back.

"Halo, come on."

She straightened up and shook her head wildly, looking lost.

"Wait! My Nutella!" she cried, snatching the jar from the counter. "Okay, all set!"

I nodded a goodbye to Snow before we left the kitchen. She only waved a hand.

I couldn't get rid of the cold feeling I slightly had towards her. She must've sensed it. I couldn't exactly help it. Maybe it was from hearing her talk about me the way she used to. I thought she was past that. I thought we were past that.

I get what she was trying to say. But it was just annoying as hell how people insisted you were this and that, when you wanted to be fucking something else.

All thoughts went out the window when I heard Halo laugh beside me. It wasn't hard to focus on her. I knew she was adorkable when she was drunk. But when she was high? She was all kinds of cute when she was this lit.

It was a struggle bringing her up to my room. She kept stopping to high five people she didn't even know. By the time we were safely in my room, she was exhausted. That didn't stop her from eating, though. With her fingers. Again.

At some point, she smeared chocolate all over her mouth.

I'm a guy with self-control. But I can only take so much.

I closed the gap between us and licked the chocolate off her lips. She giggled and tried to pull away, but I only leaned in closer. This caused her to laugh more and shove my face using her Nutella-filled hands, and of course getting chocolate all over my cheeks.

When she saw her artwork, she burst out in hysterical laughter. Her head was pulled back, her eyes were closed from laughing too much, and her nose wrinkled. The sound of her laughter somehow lit up my bedroom, despite the fact that the lights were turned off.

Damn. I could stare at her like this all day.

"So cute," I murmured, watching her.

She stopped all of a sudden and covered her nose.

"Oops, snot's dripping out."

"Gross," I automatically said.

She laughed again.

Just as I leaned down to the foot of my bed to get some tissue, someone knocked on my door. Shit. I was almost out of tissues.

"What?" I yelled out, as I wiped Halo's nose for her.

She kept giggling.

The door opened, and Kurt came in.

"Whoa, it's dark in here."

"Hit the lights," I told him.

When he did, he took one look at me and grimaced.

"Dude, you got shit on your face."

"Nutella," I explained.

He leered. "Kinky."

I rolled my eyes, and threw the tissue to the bin.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, yeah. Where the mops at?"

"What d'you need it for?"

He smirked. "We're playing this game. You gotta come down and join us. For real."

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good. Mop's in the closet down the –" I paused and glanced at Halo. She was eating again. "I'll come with you. I need supplies, anyway." I stood up, and kissed Halo on the head. "Be right back."

"Hurry!" pouted Halo, reaching out a hand.

I grinned, before closing the door behind me.

"Your girl's a lightweight," laughed Kurt, when we got to the hallway. He adjusted his snapback, turning it backwards so it gave him a friendlier look.

"You gave her happy brownies, you fucker," I accused, punching him on the arm.

"Sorry not sorry," he shrugged.

I frowned. "She's not into that shit."

He snorted. "Thought you said she's no angel."

"Yeah, but . . ." I sighed. "I dunno."

"What's the harm? Better in the house than outside."

I stared at him. "Mom?" I mocked.

He flipped me the bird, making me chuckle.

"Worry about your girl later," he added seriously. "We got a bigger fish to fry."

My eyes narrowed, as I tried to decode his words.

"What –"

"Hey, Kurt!" bellowed someone from downstairs. "To hell with the mops! We're using billiard sticks instead! It's game on, mothahfuckah!"

"A'ight!" He turned to me, and shrugged. "Duty calls."

"Go have fun," I nodded.

"Yes, Dad," he snorted.

"Fuck you," I laughed, letting out a crooked smile. "Don't break anything."

Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Not permanently," he grinned.

I cocked my head, trying to figure out what he said.

He saluted, before hurrying down the stairs.

No matter how many times I replayed it, his answer didn't make any sense. And I wasn't in the mood for riddles tonight.

I decided to shrug it off and get some more Kleenex so I could go back to my room and take care of my girl. I walked to the end of the hall, passing bedrooms that I was pretty sure were all occupied by now. The music muffled their noises, thank fuck.

You know, I didn't get shocked too often. Maybe because I tended to see things a mile away. Or maybe I've seen too much in my life that rarely anything surprised me anymore.

So imagine the look on my face when I opened the closet, and waiting for me was the biggest. Fucking. Shock. Of my life.

Her hands were tangled in his hair and her legs were wrapped around his waist. While he was so into it that he was practically grinding her against the fucking wall.

I couldn't even believe my own eyes. There was just no way in hell this was happening. I almost slapped myself just to see if this was real. I couldn't even speak. I just stood there like a retard, speech-fucking-less.

Holy. Shit.

They were the last couple I expected to catch making out.

Making out! Like sex-deprived bunnies!

When they realized they had company, Connie quickly pushed him away.

But it was too late. I already saw enough.

I was

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