Everyone laughs as Becca misses the white cue ball for the third time. We can't really blame her considering she has finished two glasses of Everclear mixed with blue koolaid. This is how we make our alcohol go a long way, Everclear is 95% alcohol but mixed with enough koolaid it goes down easy. Luckily, Jordan's parents are away for the weekend and we have his house to ourselves.

From my spot on the couch, I watch her failed attempts at playing pool as I cuddle up as close as I can to Taylor. We are not together right now but he has been flirting with me all night and if he is going to give me attention, then I will obviously take it. When I look across the living room and see Nik glaring at me as Jordan whispers something in his ear, I feel a pang of guilt.

"I need to piss." Taylor removes his arm from around me and I can't stop myself from pouting. I watch as he ruffles his thick dark hair and then places his drink on the edge of the pool table before disappearing behind the bathroom door. I sigh longingly, wondering why he broke up with me when we are clearly perfect together.

"Your ridiculous!" Jordan pounces on me, tackling me into the couch. He tickles me until I am shrieking for him to stop.

"Your being a bitch." he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. "Nik cares about you and Taylor is just hoping you will get drunk enough to fool around with him." We make eye contact, his tickling halts, and I push at his chest.

"Don't ruin my buzz." I rise to my feet and join Becca at the pool table, grabbing the pool cue from her hand.

"Here man." I look over and see Nik handing Taylor his drink as he emerges from the bathroom. "I bet you can't chug that whole thing."

"I bet your wrong!" Taylor doesn't hesitate to bring the cup to his lips and begins chugging back the alcohol mix, cringing at the taste of it. My attention goes to Nik, who wears a satisfied smirk on his face as he tucks the small bottle of Everclear into his back pocket.

Half an hour later, I am impatiently banging on the bathroom door.

"Come on, Taylor!" I complain. He doesn't answer; all I hear is a muffled groan. "Seriously, I will come in there if you don't hurry, we want to start the game." Another muffled groan responds and I roll my eyes in irritation.

I wrench the door open and hit something hard. My gaze drops to the floor and I see Taylor, sprawled out with a smear of vomit across his mouth. The smell hits me first and then I see the brown vomit covering the toilet seat and on the floor.

"Oh, fuck!" I yell and cover my nose, I kick him and he groans so I know he is alive. I turn back to the living room and holler for Zach, Taylor's best friend. He stumbles over and when he is only two steps from me, he crinkles his nose at the smell. "He's your friend, take care of his drunk ass." I stalk away, leaving Zach to clean up the mess.

I flop down on the couch beside Nik and cross my arms in frustration. The night had been going so well until Taylor started stumbling around like an idiot. He was fine one minute and then completely hammered the next. "He is done for." I sigh.

"That's too bad." Nik smirks and puts his arm around my shoulders. I sink into him easily, if Taylor is too drunk to give me attention than at least I still have Nik.