Saturday night=Party time

I was in the car with Nate, Leah, Kyle and Scarlett. The rest said they'd meet us there. I was wearing a plain white crop top, black cut-off high-waisted shorts, red Docs, and a black twenty øne piløts beanie. My friends had made slightly more effort but then again they were more amped than I was.

We arrived to see the party already in full swing. There were drunk teens mentally undressing each other everywhere and friends doing crazy shit for dares. Your typical high school house party in the USA. In Australia we had parties on private sections of beach that our more financially gifted friends owned.

Once we met up with Kat, Erin and Matt, we decided to split up. Nate and Leah immediately headed to the dance floor and Matt and Scarlett wanted to go find their friends from the glee club. Kat, Erin and Kyle wanted to join in a game of Spin The Bottle that was taking place outside on the porch.

I headed over to a table and picked up a red cup. If I was going to do anything here, I was going to get motherless drunk. After a third red cup, I felt a bit more adventurous. I hated the Nicki Minaj song that was playing but I still wanted to dance.

I made my way onto the floor and started dancing. I was a hip hop break dancer in a troupe back in Sydney; I knew how to move. After ten minutes, I felt a pair of hands from behind me on my waist.

"Is this Drew?" I giggled.

"Maybe," he said and turned me around. Drew was clearly even more drunk than I was.

"Baby, I missed you," I said, pouting. "I wanna dance."

Drew and I began to dance in that wonderful way only drunk teenagers can. After a few minutes, he started grinding on me. If I wasn't drunk I probably would have slapped him.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered seductively in my ear.

Oh hell.

Leading me by the hand, he showed me to his bedroom. Surprisingly, it was cleaner than I had previously imagined. Drew took off his shirt after laying me on his bed. I kicked off my shoes, took off my beanie and pulled my shirt over my head.

We started making out on his bed. I couldn't believe what I was doing but I just couldn't stop. What the fuck do they put in those red cups?

He sat up and I sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. Biting his lip, he said, "Bad girls don't deserve kisses."

"Nor do bad boys," I said, playing along.

Then Drew started kissing me again. He moved to my jaw and left kisses along it. His soft lips moved over to my neck and he started leaving a hickey.

☆☆☆

And that was my last memory before I fell asleep.

I woke up in Drew's bed with his arms wrapped around my waist from behind me. Yawning, I saw the time was 9:00.

Shit.

Drew started mumbling something in my ear. I wriggled out of his arms, trying not to wake him. I pulled the sheets off us and scanned myself. I don't think we really did it because we both still had our underwear on.

Thank God! The last thing I need is to get pregnant.

Slowly, I got out of the bed and started looking for my clothes. I felt uncomfortable with him still in the room so I started towards the door. I would rather get dressed in the bathroom, thank you. I had my clothes in one hand and the other on the doorknob when....

"Morning, Princess."

"Don't call me that," I say and turn the doorknob.

"Aaaaw! Leaving so soon?" Drew teased.

"Fuck off," I say and escape to the bathroom.

I'm in there for two minutes when the door opens. Drew saunters in with only a towel around his narrow waist. Before I can say a word, he turns on the shower.

"Um hello? I'm in here!"

"My house."

"Can't you wait til I'm done?"

I just had to brush my teeth and pee.

"No, don't feel like it."

"I don't really want to have to brush my hair in your unclothed company if you don't mind."

"I do. And you didn't seem to mind my unclothed body last night."

He whipped off his towel and jumped in the shower. At least the door was steamed up so I didn't have to see inside.

"That was different. You had on boxer briefs then."

"You seem to remember a lot."

"I'm done having this conversation. As far as anyone knows, this never happened. Goodbye, Drew Siam."

He laughed, "Goodbye, Jay Wilde. Until we meet again."

I rolled my eyes and left. Fuming, I walked the thirteen blocks it was from his house to mine. I couldn't believe I had spent the night with Drew. How drunk could I possibly have been? And did my friends know what had happened?

After swearing multiple times never to touch one of those vile red cups ever again, I reached my house. I showered, called the squad to arrange for coffee at four and took a nap.