me.
“Okay, get home safe. I’m going to head out myself. It’s been an
exhausting but eventful night.” He gives me a wink and I
blush.
“ Yes it has.” I tease,
punching his arm lightly.
“ Have pleasant dreams
Abigail.” He smiles and leaves. I realize
that I haven’t really been called by my actual name unless my
mother is angry with me. I find myself enjoying my real name on his
lips. His full and luscious lips that make my lips tingle when they
touch. My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down seeing Brooke’s
name. Relief hits me when she tells me she’s doing better but
she’ll call me tomorrow as soon as she wakes up. I can relax
now.
I go back inside to search for Brady and I
don’t find him anywhere. Suddenly, I spot him out back by the pool.
I walk out there and notice that he is actually in the pool, fully
clothed, playing volleyball with a bunch of people. I get the urge
to just take his car and leave him there. But he sees me before I
have a chance to make a getaway.
“ Oh hey Abby, wanna join
us? We’re playin’-“ I hear his slurred words, noticing he’s pretty
drunk. Great. How am I supposed to get home now? I walk over to
where he is standing in the pool and lean down. “Hey, you’re drunk.
I wanted to go home now.”
“ Oh baby, come on. Stay,
have some more beer and play ball with us. We need more players
anyway.” I get very irritated because I notice his pupils are
dilated.
“ Are you high?” I’m
furious now and stand up.
“ Look I’m calling my mom
to come pick me up. I’m tired and have lost the desire to party at
this point.” He puts his head down in shame and nods.
“ I’m sorry, the guys
offered and I kind of felt like getting high tonight with them and
just kickin’ back. You know I don’t really do that shit.” I
sometimes wish I could get high, but I don’t actually do it. I’d be
a hypocrite if I did, after yelling at Sarah for smoking weed. That
thought sets me over the edge, but I keep my composure.
“ Well, I’m going to wait
out front for my mom. I’ll call you tomorrow or something. Have
fun.” I kiss him and wave to everyone as if they care I’m leaving.
Some party this turned out to be. Brooke goes home shit faced and
puking and now Brady’s high as a kite and I’m left alone to party
with myself. I would have been better off staying home. I dismiss
that thought as my memory refreshes. Images of Lucas and I on the
bed making out, come back full force. Okay, so the party wasn’t
totally lame. A smile creeps on my lips, as an idea comes to mind.
I take my phone out of my purse and dial the number.
“ Hey Abby.” My heart rate
speeds up at his voice.
“ Hey, how far are
you?”
“ Why? Need a ride home?”
I’m embarrassed to admit that my boyfriend ditched me to get high
and drunk but I don’t care at this point.
“ Yeah, Brady is still
partying but I wanted to go home. Could you come get me, if you’re
not too far?” I can feel, through his voice, that he is smiling on
the other side of the phone even though I can’t see him.
“ Yeah, I’ll be right
there.”
Five minutes later Lucas pulls up in front
of me, smiling. Either he was driving like a bat out of Hell or
left not long ago. He rolls the passenger side window down.
“ Hey, I forgot to leave
Brady’s keys here. I’ll be right back.” I quickly run back inside
and set the keys on the counter with a note that says, Brady Wilson’s Keys Touch at your own
risk
I come back out, laughing to myself, when I
see Lucas checking himself out in the mirror. I hold my hand over
my mouth as I stifle a laugh, making sure he can’t hear me. He
looks over and sees me approaching, my face turning crimson.
“ Um, I was just making
sure I had nothing on my face. And you know-“ He waves his hand in
the air.
“ Oh what the Hell, you
caught me.” We both laugh as I get in the car and close the door.
His mint green Mustang is in neat condition, for a guy. The
floorboard
“Okay, get home safe. I’m going to head out myself. It’s been an
exhausting but eventful night.” He gives me a wink and I
blush.
“ Yes it has.” I tease,
punching his arm lightly.
“ Have pleasant dreams
Abigail.” He smiles and leaves. I realize
that I haven’t really been called by my actual name unless my
mother is angry with me. I find myself enjoying my real name on his
lips. His full and luscious lips that make my lips tingle when they
touch. My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down seeing Brooke’s
name. Relief hits me when she tells me she’s doing better but
she’ll call me tomorrow as soon as she wakes up. I can relax
now.
I go back inside to search for Brady and I
don’t find him anywhere. Suddenly, I spot him out back by the pool.
I walk out there and notice that he is actually in the pool, fully
clothed, playing volleyball with a bunch of people. I get the urge
to just take his car and leave him there. But he sees me before I
have a chance to make a getaway.
“ Oh hey Abby, wanna join
us? We’re playin’-“ I hear his slurred words, noticing he’s pretty
drunk. Great. How am I supposed to get home now? I walk over to
where he is standing in the pool and lean down. “Hey, you’re drunk.
I wanted to go home now.”
“ Oh baby, come on. Stay,
have some more beer and play ball with us. We need more players
anyway.” I get very irritated because I notice his pupils are
dilated.
“ Are you high?” I’m
furious now and stand up.
“ Look I’m calling my mom
to come pick me up. I’m tired and have lost the desire to party at
this point.” He puts his head down in shame and nods.
“ I’m sorry, the guys
offered and I kind of felt like getting high tonight with them and
just kickin’ back. You know I don’t really do that shit.” I
sometimes wish I could get high, but I don’t actually do it. I’d be
a hypocrite if I did, after yelling at Sarah for smoking weed. That
thought sets me over the edge, but I keep my composure.
“ Well, I’m going to wait
out front for my mom. I’ll call you tomorrow or something. Have
fun.” I kiss him and wave to everyone as if they care I’m leaving.
Some party this turned out to be. Brooke goes home shit faced and
puking and now Brady’s high as a kite and I’m left alone to party
with myself. I would have been better off staying home. I dismiss
that thought as my memory refreshes. Images of Lucas and I on the
bed making out, come back full force. Okay, so the party wasn’t
totally lame. A smile creeps on my lips, as an idea comes to mind.
I take my phone out of my purse and dial the number.
“ Hey Abby.” My heart rate
speeds up at his voice.
“ Hey, how far are
you?”
“ Why? Need a ride home?”
I’m embarrassed to admit that my boyfriend ditched me to get high
and drunk but I don’t care at this point.
“ Yeah, Brady is still
partying but I wanted to go home. Could you come get me, if you’re
not too far?” I can feel, through his voice, that he is smiling on
the other side of the phone even though I can’t see him.
“ Yeah, I’ll be right
there.”
Five minutes later Lucas pulls up in front
of me, smiling. Either he was driving like a bat out of Hell or
left not long ago. He rolls the passenger side window down.
“ Hey, I forgot to leave
Brady’s keys here. I’ll be right back.” I quickly run back inside
and set the keys on the counter with a note that says, Brady Wilson’s Keys Touch at your own
risk
I come back out, laughing to myself, when I
see Lucas checking himself out in the mirror. I hold my hand over
my mouth as I stifle a laugh, making sure he can’t hear me. He
looks over and sees me approaching, my face turning crimson.
“ Um, I was just making
sure I had nothing on my face. And you know-“ He waves his hand in
the air.
“ Oh what the Hell, you
caught me.” We both laugh as I get in the car and close the door.
His mint green Mustang is in neat condition, for a guy. The
floorboard
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