Chapter 5 - Not Going to End Well

Chapter 5 - Not Going to End Well 

The car is almost completely quiet - well except for the radio which is playing some old Justin Bieber song. You know the songs I mean, the kind that came out before he hit puberty all the way. I never have been a huge Justin Bieber fan, I only like, like two of his songs. ‘As long as you love me’, and ‘That should be me’. We’ve been driving for about forty-five minutes, and it’s nearly 9:20 now. I think Bradley may be asleep, Walker is resting his head against the head rest, one of his arms in his lap near my leg and the other wrapped around it loosely, Tanner is leaning his head against the window, looking out, Drew is quietly driving and Mikey is texting someone.

I hate long car rides.

Plus, my butt is getting kinda numb sitting on Walker’s leg for so long. He suddenly sits up, Walker I mean, and groans. “What?” I say, looking down at him.

“Get up for a second,” He tells me.

Being that we’re in a car, it’s kinda extremely difficult. Are ‘kinda and extremely’ contradicting words? I think so. I lift myself up out of his lap, kinda just wavering in air for a second before my arms grow tired and I perch myself in Tanner’s lap. Walker stretches his legs, making the bones in his knees and ankles pop.

“Drewy?” I cry, sticking my head up into the cabby of the car.

“Yes, Syd?”

“How much longer until we’re there?”

Drew looks into the rearview mirror, before merging lanes and getting off on an exit. “’Bout ten minutes, we’re almost there.”

I sigh heavily, “Okay.”

Walker gets his leg situation - they were going numb, I guess?  And I sit back down in his lap, crossing my legs in between his opened ones. That sounds way worse than it should, but you know what I mean. Like he’s sitting like a normal boy with his legs spread apart, and I’m sitting on his leg and mine are in between his stretched ones. I don’t if that made it sound any better, but I’m sure that you get the gist.

After the longest ten minutes of my life, we arrive at Jake’s dad’s lake house. The party is obviously already in full swing even though it’s just now 9:45. There are cars parked all over the place and even with the door to the house closed, I can clearly hear the music from inside the car. There’s a good thing there are no neighbors anywhere nearby or he’d definitely be hit with a noise complaint.

Drew drives around the base of the house, and parks near the lake. Yes, you actually see the lake, hence the term ‘Lake House’. He turns the car off and we all get out. I stretch, totally and completely ready to party. I just can’t drink though, since I’m driving back apparently. The boys will all get drunk, because they all always do. It’s Mikey though he usually fucks himself up the worst. Example? Last time we came to a party up here, Mikey got drunk and just disappeared. After frantically searching for our drunken friend at 2 in the morning, we found him passed out up in the tree house that’s in the backyard. His shirt was missing and he had some girls thong in his hand and two more pairs in his jean pocket. I found that fact not only strange, but disturbing.

There are teenagers hanging around everywhere, but there’s a small group of six of them standing dangerously close to the lake passing around a joint of weed, taking turns smoking it. They don’t appear to be drunk though. Drew hands me the car keys and I look down at my dress, realizing I have nowhere to put them. I could put them in my bra, but I think that’d probably be very uncomfortable, not to mention weird looking. I decide to just hold them in my hand. We all walk up towards the door and when we reach it, I put my hand on the knob, pushing it open.

If I thought the music was loud before, now I definitely do. I can’t even hear myself think! Not that I plan to do much thinking tonight, because I plan on having loads of fun. Namely with Reese. I don’t want to sound desperate, because I’m not. I’m not obsessed with him or anything, I just think he’s a cool guy and not to mention, the sexiest thing to walk this earth since Channing Tatum.

“Walker is your girlfriend here?” I shout at Walker over the loud music.

“Yeah, I see her now, I’m gonna go talk to her, don’t do anything stupid, Sydney,” He warns me before walking over and kissing his girlfriend.

Mikey and Tanner walk off, heading towards the kitchen to no doubt get wasted beyond belief. That leaves Bradley, Drew and I standing there in the living room.

“Hey guys, glad you could make it!” Jake’s voice shouts, close to my ear, causing me to jump.

Bradley chuckles at my feeble jump, “Hey man, thanks for the invite.” He tells him, and they do the guy handshake/hug thing.

I think there should be an official name for it, because no one really knows what to call it. Is it a hug? Boys start thinking you’re calling them gay if you call it a hug - at least my boys do. Is it a handshake? Hanug? Or maybe Hund? I think either would work for certified names. I won’t start calling it that though, because I’ll end up saying it out loud and look almost as dumb as Gretchen Wieners trying to make ‘fetch’ happen. And then someone will totally Regina George me and tell me that it’ll never happen.

Drew smacks my shoulder, making me frown at him. “What was that for?”

“I was talking to you and you weren’t listening.”

“So you hit me. Violence is not the answer Drewy.” I tell him.

“Ha-ha, but like I was saying, are you friends with Kathy Pewter?”

I shake my head, “No, why?”

“Just wondering, you know I don’t like doing your friends.”

“You guys are my only friends,” I remind him.

He scoffs, “No we aren’t. We’re your only close friends.”

“And best,” I say. “Why, are you trying to hook up with Kathy?”

He nods, “Yeah, she looks hot tonight and we’ve talked a few times.”

“Well, at least you know this one’s name.”

“I knew the last girl’s name thank you very much,” Drew tells me matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah?”

Drew nods, “Yup.”

“What was it?”

“It was, erm, Lana Thompson.”

“No, it wasn’t,” I say, chuckling. “You are such a little player.”

He scoffs, “What? No. I am not a player.”

“Whatever you say,” I say absentmindedly.

“I’m gonna go talk to her, wish me luck,” He says before walking over to where Kathy is standing.

She’s drinking something from a red solo cup, giggling with her friends. When she sees Drew heading towards her though, she quickly sends her friends away. Shallowness at its finest. Her dress is cute though, I guess that’s gotta count for something. But it may as well be a shirt for all the good it’s doing covering her.

“Good luck,” I murmur, even though I know he doesn’t hear me.

Jake goes off, saying that he’s gotta go greet the rest of the arriving people, and I turn around, about to head in the direction of the kitchen. I’m not gonna drink any alcohol, but maybe I can find a nice unopened bottle of water in there, I doubt it though. As I take the first step, Bradley catches my wrist in his hand.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“To get something to drink?” I say, phrasing it like a question.

“I thought you were driving?”

“I am, Mr. Police Officer, I’m just gonna get some water.”

“Okay, okay,” He says, chuckling. “I’m gonna go out back, Jake says they’re playing beer pong out there. You wanna come with me?”

I shake my head, “Nah, that’s okay. I’ll catch up with you later though,” I say, turning away and about to walk to the kitchen when Bradley captures my arm in his again. I look up at him, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Don’t do something stupid, okay?”

I roll my eyes, “You sound like Walker. I’m not gonna do anything dumb, okay?”

“You better not.” He says seriously. “If you get into some kinda trouble, come find me. Okay?”

"You act like you think I’m gonna get kidnapped or something.”     

“I just want you to be careful.”

“I will be careful,” I say smiling. “Promise. I’ll see you later. I think I should be the one telling you not to do anything stupid.”

And with that I walk off and into the kitchen. It’s very spacious, yet still filled with people. I look down at the checkered titled floor, seeing a few people passed out drunk just lying in the middle of it as if it’s not a place where people walk. I step over the numerous people and pull the refrigerator. I roll my eyes when I see that everything has been taken out and replaced with beer, vodka, tequila, and some other kinda alcoholic beverages I know nothing about.

I close the refrigerator and spin around. My face nearly collides with the chest of none other than Reese Logan himself. He reaches his hand out, making sure I don’t fall - which I’m surprised I don’t. I’m quite clumsy, or so I’m told.

Reese is holding a red plastic cup in his hand, swishing the liquid around. He takes a long sip of it and then says, “Sydney, right?”

I nod, “That’s me,” I say. I wish I had something cooler or at least better sounding to say than that, but I don’t.

“I didn’t think you were a party type girl. Who’re you here with?”

“I, uh, just some friends of mine.” I improvise. “And I love parties; it’s just, just been a while.”

Reese brings the cup up to his lips again, taking another sip. “Wanna go outside?”

Bradley’s outside, and most likely Mikey and Tanner are as well, sing the two of them are probably getting drunk out of their minds. I know they’ll start questioning me and interrogating me and all that kinda stuff if I go out there, so I shake my head.

"No? Upstairs then?”

“I-uh-I du- why?” I stammer, twisting my fingers together nervously.

Reese clears his throats, and chuckles, “Just to talk Sydney. Unless, you know, you wanna do something else.”

I laugh uneasily, “No, no, talking is…talking is cool. I’m pretty sure Jake doesn’t want anyone upstairs though.”

And that’s true, Jake always makes it known that the upstairs level of his dad’s lake house is off limits. No matter what. The only way he’d even think about letting you up there is if you’re really close to him. He has the whole thing blocked off with that black and yellow police tape that reads: Do Not Cross.

“Well,” He says, stepping closer to me. “Who said Rosenthal has to know?”

I nod, “Right, I guess that’s true.”

“So upstairs?” He repeats, grabbing some kinda brown liquor into his cup, and looking over at me.

I nod, “Yeah, sure.”

I’m not gonna do something stupid like have sex with him, I mean I don’t even know him, we’re just gonna talk. Yeah, just talk. Though maybe it would have been smarter to go outside, because there are lots of eyes; witness. I’m not saying that I think Reese is going to kill me or something weird like that, but still.

Reese grabs my hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine and guiding me through the kitchen and the plethora of people in it. I stumble to keep up, as he has a rather long stride. It’s like one of his footsteps equal three of mine. Reese walks towards the stairs, me in step beside him. He keeps drinking his drink (Hennessey by the smell of it), I hope he isn’t one of those people who get drunk really easily.

We go up the stairs and are of course stopped by the yellow tape. Reese steps over it, then pulls me with him over it. Walking down the long corridor, I look at the doors - there are a lot of them and most of them are closed.

“This one is unlocked.” He says, stopping at one.

“How do you know?” I wonder.

“I’m Reese Logan, I know everything.” Reese tells me, twisting the knob, pushing the door open.

The door opens wide, revealing a huge room that I’ve never seen. I mean, I don’t regularly come to Jake’s dad’s lake house and snoop around, but last summer, Jake and I kinda dated, sorta. Well quasi-dated. The break-up wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t really a walk in the park. We’re friends now though, I guess. He’s more Drew’s friend than mines. Our entire relationship lasted like five weeks - because of my so called ‘commitment issues’. He broke up with me because he said that I have the inability to ‘be compassionate about anything whatsoever’, which is so not true. Like after we’d been dating for about two weeks, his parrot died and when I told him that I wasn’t coming to the funeral, he got mad. I mean, I understand he loved Sunny, but I wasn’t gonna him burry a dead parrot. I just wasn’t gonna do it.

“Sydney, did you hear me?” Reese’s voice says, close to my ear.

His voice smacks me out of my thoughts, and I blink at him, “Sorry, what?”

“I said are you dating one of those guys you’re always hanging out with?”

“No,” I say pointedly, shaking my head. “They’re just my friends.”

“That’s not what I hear around school.”

“What do you mean?”

Reese shakes his head, gulping down the rest of his drink and putting the cup on the dresser, “Nothing.” I watch curiously as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette and then a lighter. I didn’t know he smoked; he just doesn’t look the type, is all. He lights then end of it and sticks it in his mouth, inhaling.

“You’re really hot, you know that?”

I feel my face blush - stupid face - and say, “Thanks.”

“You look tense.”

“Tense? I’m not tense.”

He blows a smoke ring, and then replies with, “Am I making you nervous?”

“Please, why would you make me nervous?”

“I’d think you’re intimidated by sexiness.” Reese says seriously.

“You’ve got quite a big head, don’t you?” I say, chuckling slightly.

“I do, but I think it’s fitting, don’t you?” He replies, mocking me subtly.

I shrug, jokingly. Of course that’s true, he is incredibly attractive, so I guess it’s understandable why he has a large self-image of himself. Reese blows another puff of smoke out of his mouth and sits down on the twin-sized bed in the room. He pats the space next to him, beckoning for me to sit beside him. I do, and he takes another drag from his cigarette before dropping it into his cup that sits on the dresser.

Reese picks up my hand, kissing the back of it and then he looks up at me, “So, since we’re up here and we’re all alone, we should have a little fun, yeah?”

“You said we were just gonna talk.” I remind him.

“Talking is boring; I’d rather be doing something else.”

“Well, I guess that depends on what you mean by ‘fun’.”

He doesn’t reply, instead he pushes himself closer to me, pushing his lips against mine. Sure I don’t know him, but he’s Reese freaking Logan and he’s kissing me, so what am I supposed to do? Of course I’m gonna kiss him back! I move my lips against his, slowly and feel his arms snake around my waist. Reese’s tongue - which doesn’t taste nearly as good as I thought it would, not that I’ve thought about kissing him, but still - finds its way into my mouth. It’s just because he’s been drinking (heavily?) for a while.  Reese tugs on the zipper of my dress, pushing me back onto the bed. I am not going to have sex with him, I have just a little too much self-respect for that. Sure, he’s a good kissed, but I absolutely don’t want to…you know…do him.

I rack my brain for an excuse before he gets the zipper all the way down and blurt out, “Are you Australian?”

“What?” He mutters against my lips.

“I-it’s just…you sounds kinda Australian.”

“Pretty sure I’m sure I’m just American.” Reese tells me.  

“Ah, okay.” I reply lamely, putting my lips to his again, as he shifts his body weight on top of me.

He’s holding himself up though, so I’m not being crushed or anything. He slowly pulls on the zipper the little swishing sound sounding slowly. I subtly press my shoulders down, lightly trapping his hand so that he can’t pull it down. This is me, being smart. Reese chuckles against my lips - a throaty sound emitted from his throat. We’re quiet for a while and I’m sure the only sound you can hear is the sound of our lips moving together. If that makes a sound - which I’m not sure it does.

Someone beats on the door, making both me and Reese jump. I look over towards the door, wondering if I should shout for them to go away or just ignore it. Reese seems to go with the latter, because he looks back down at me, kissing down my neck.

“Sydney Madison Barker, are you in there?!” Drew shouts.

If my eyes were open; I’d have rolled them. “You don’t wanna go and talk to your friend?”

I shake my head, “Just ignore him.”

“Sydney! Open the door!” That’s Bradley.

“Sorry,” I murmur, climbing from under Reese who’s scowling heavily.

I go over to the door, unlocking it and pulling the door open a little bit, “What do you guys want?” I demand.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Stuff.”

“Are you in there with Logan?” Bradley asks.

“Why? I thought you were playing beer pong or whatever?”

“Don’t change the subject, Sydney, are you in there with him?” Drew demands. I've noticed that neither of them have called me 'Syd'; shit is serious right now.

I don’t answer, instead rolling my lips into my mouth. It’s none of neither Drew nor Bradley’s business who or what I do. Not that I was going to do him. We were just kissing. What is so bad about that? Bradley exhales heavily before pushing past me, going into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” He spits at Reese who’s obviously angry about the interruption.

“Syd, wh--“

“Why can’t you guys just ever let me have any fun at all?” I say, crossing my arms and cutting Drew off.

He raises his eyebrows, “Syd, we just didn’t see either of you downstairs, and we wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“That’s not true, you just wanted to butt in. Like always. I love you guys, but you really have to stop being so, so w-“

“What the fuck, man? You’re acting like I fucked her!” Reese yells from inside the room.

I whip around, just in time to see Bradley’s fist connect with Reese’s jaw. My eyes go wide as Reese recoils, hitting Bradley in the face. Drew rushes past me, going and grabbing Bradley by his shoulders. Bradley thrashes against his hold, getting hold of Reese and smashing him against the wall.

Well this is not going to end well. Not going to end well at all.

Author's Note: I have the headache from hell. It's like every time I move, there's a pounding inside my head. I hope this chapter is good, but if not, then I blame it on my searing headache. Also, my fifteenth birthday is tomorrow! So comment, comment, comment, and vote, vote, vote! It'd be a great birthday present to see a lot of comments and votes! Recommend this story to your friends or wahtever if you think it's good! Thanks, guys! ♥

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