Chapter 15:

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The brown bottle on the kitchen table was calling to me. I snatched the bottle from the table and brought it to my lips and began to chug it down. I was regretting my decision to come back to the house tonight. I should have just turned around and driven myself home instead of picking up the bottle to drown my troubles.

"We got ourselves a party girl." A guy with cotton candy pink hair and snake bite piercings called to his buddies from the other side of the table. I reached up and flipped him off while gulping down mouthfuls of the bitter liquid. "Damn, she's feisty. I like her."

I took a few more drinks from the bottle and welcomed the burning liquid as it filled my belly. I didn't eat anything tonight and the drinking would hit me hard when it finally caught up to me. It tasted like the same stuff I was drinking the other night. It was horrible, strong, and burned through me. I was on a mission tonight, drink as fast as I could to stop thinking about how isolated I was feeling.

I thought back to Ezra again. He had really upset me and I wasn't sure why he was able to get under my skin. It's not like anything serious happened between us. I was just playing a game with him tonight to get a reaction out of him and accepted the challenge.

The pink-haired guy leaned over and whispered in his friend's ear. They both turned back to look at me, smiling. His friend motioned for the other two guys in the room to follow him out to the living room. It was just me and Pinky standing alone in the kitchen with the bottles of liquor.  He leaned back against the counter with a smile on his face watching me.

My hands and lips were already tingling. The bottle in my hands was significantly lighter than it was when I first picked it up. I had drunk more than I should have and my body was starting to feel the effects. Everything started moving in slow motion and I developed a case of the lonely giggles. I was literally standing in the kitchen laughing to myself over absolutely nothing at all.

This was the feeling I was looking for. I didn't have a care in the world; everything was so much better now. I should drink like this more often. I loved being drunk.

"What's so funny over there, party girl?" Pinky asked me.

"I can't feel my face."  I laughed hysterically as I mashed my hand against it.

I pushed the bottle back to my lips and almost missed my mouth completely. The liquid dripped down my face and onto my shirt, leaving a cold, wet spot on my breast. I wiped my hand over the spot trying to dry it off.

"Want some company over there?"  He asked, moving around the table closer to me before I could answer. He wasn't as far gone as I was, but he was pretty plastered too. I studied him as he walked closer to me.  He was a good looking guy, lean and tan; maybe he could distract me from thoughts of the dark-haired boy on the stairs for a little bit. 

"Sure, Pinky." I said, pressing the bottle back to my lips with a smile. This guy had definitely noticed me and I was drunk enough to enjoy the attention.

"You enjoying the party?" He asked me as he looked me over and bit at one of the piercings at the corner of his mouth. He placed his hand on the small of my back. 

"I can't complain." I smiled again.

"What are you drinking?" He asked, moving closer to me.

"Ummm... Something brown."  I laughed, not even bothering to read the label.

"You don't even know what you're drinking?"  He laughed at me.

"Don't really care."  I said, pressing the bottle back to my lips.

"That's hot. Keep drinking it, baby." He encouraged me. 

"You're so right; I should drink the whole bottle." I looked at my bottle and decided I should polish it off.  There was no need for me to leave the dark fluid behind. It was time for me to let loose. I took another large gulp of the dark fluid and could barely get it to go down.

His eyes lingered on my bare hips and then moved down to stare at the spot between my thighs. I turned my body around clumsily, almost falling over before pressing myself back against the table to give him a better look at me.

"I like girls who know how to party." He said, looking down at my breasts. 

"Well, it's a good thing I came here tonight or you wouldn't get to have nearly as much fun." The words spilled out of my mouth before I could even think them.

He started creeping closer to me until he was standing in front of me. His hands were on me before I could react and he pressed into me. I was excited about the thought of his attention, but I was also really drunk. My mind was getting fuzzier every second and I struggled to keep up with anything he said to me.

"What?" I asked when I saw his mouth move and no words came out.

"I asked if you are ready to go have some fun with me?" He leaned close to me, whispering with a glint in his eye.

I pressed the bottle back to my lips again. I couldn't even think at this point. I swallowed the liquor and let it burn all the way down.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, slurring my words. I had no control over the words spilling out from my mouth. Acting this way around a guy that I didn't know was not something I would normally do. The liquor was making part of me feel confident and powerful.  The other part was screaming for the wild portion to get herself under control before things got out of hand.

He pulled the bottle from my hand and placed it back on the table. I whined as I watched him sit it back down.

"That was my bottle. I can't drink it when it's on the table."

"You are really sexy when you pout." He smiled at me as I continued to stick my lip out.

His hands slid over my hips and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. His rings were cool against my burning skin. He forced my mouth open with his tongue like he was going to swallow me whole.

He moved his hands to my waist and picked me up to sit me on the table. He pressed himself into me and began rubbing against me, sliding up and down. After the Ezra situation tonight, I wanted to feel good about myself again instead of being filled with this nagging little anxious knot in my stomach. I needed someone to want me.

Speaking of someone, did this guy even have a name? I should have asked his name before his tongue was in my mouth. I started to rethink my situation. This was a terrible idea. I was not the type of girl who found a random guy to have casual sex with. One-night stands were not in my vocabulary.

"What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as he moved against me.

"Don't worry. I have condoms." He whispered in my ear. He moved his mouth down to my neck and began sucking and biting it. My eyes closed and I felt myself losing my grip on reality. I should stop this before I blacked out or did something I would regret.

He reached down and unbuttoned my pants to stick his fingers in my waistband. The room was spinning and nothing was making sense anymore. I laid back on my elbows so I wouldn't fall off the table. Time was moving at strange intervals that were fragmented and pieced together in the wrong order. I was too far gone and had drunk way too much. I knew I should push him off me, but my arms refused to work.

"You want it, don't you? I bet you are a dirty little slut." He raised my shirt up and started moving his mouth over my skin. I moaned again when his teeth grazed me. This was happening too fast.

"We should stop." I whimpered as I leaned back up and tried to push him off me. He tried to move his fingers further into my panties to push them inside of me. Luckily, my jeans were tight and he couldn't get them in far enough. He pulled his hand back out and continued to rub himself against me growing harder and harder.

"You talk too much," He said, laughing at me.

"Someone will see us." I whispered as my eyes closed and I started to slip out of consciousness.

"Don't be shy, party girl. They won't tell." He laughed at me as I fell back against the table. I turned my head to stare towards the door.  Two guys were standing in the doorway, watching me.  My vision started to go black and I fell into darkness.

I came to, not knowing how long I had been out. My shirt was off and I was left in just my leopard print bra. The pink-haired boy had his head between my breasts and was sucking at the skin overflowing from the top. He grabbed my breast and danced over it, trying to find my nipple. My body went rigid when he twisted and pulled at it on top of the fabric. He moved his other hand to his zipper on his pants and started to pull it down.

I tried to pull myself up and he pushed me back down against the table.  He unbuttoned my jeans and began wiggling them down off my hips. Once he removed my pants, he threw them towards his friends. Was I really going to let him have sex with me like this?

"Dude, go get your phone. We should video this shit." Pinky called to one of the guys in the doorway. 

I closed my eyes and everything went dark again.

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