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Alcohol.

Alcohol is being knocked back like water in every corner of the house. The bottoms of shot glasses slam against the countertops completely emptied and red solo cups sway to the rhythm of the music blasting.

Kinsey paces down the unfamiliar hallway and peeks around the corner before impatiently slipping through the clusters of strangers. Some faces ring a bell but none are significant enough to interrupt her steady pace.

She couldn't name any one of these people even if her life depended on it. The somewhat familiar faces have only been seen in passing through the densely packed halls of Kingsman Bounty High School. Quick glimpses of people she never cared to learn about. In her final year, the people she's grown up with are still strangers.

Heat radiates from the mass of bodies concentrated in the living room. They grind and flail their bodies around to some Tyler the Creator song that sounds like it is about to turn the living room into a straight-up mosh pit in a few seconds. The floor vibrates as the mass of teenagers start hopping around, screeching out every lyric.

Through all the commotion, the blonde maintains her strides, slipping through one more group of people, unapologetically, tired of tip-toeing her way through this fucking maze of a home. I should've stayed my ass home.

She bumps into another group of girls, ignoring their groans and high-pitched "what the fucks?".

Her fast-moving legs charge for the bare wooden spiral staircase that faces her. Her limber, muscled legs take on two steps at a time with ease, causing the old wood to creak with each step. She reaches the second floor, finding that there are more people up here than she had expected.

Her eyes flicker around the wide circular space filled with even more clusters of people. Some in pairs, devouring each other's faces as if their mother hadn't taught them manners or common courtesy. Kinsey's peripheral catches sight of a string of saliva being transferred between a pair's lips. Tongues are visible. Kinsey mentally calculates the probability that many of these people may walk away with some sort of transmitted disease tonight. Her body coils at the sight of a guy in the far corner stuffing his tongue down his partner's throat, eliciting a very vocal gag response from her. Despite her nearly choking, they continue sloppily kissing away in their drunken state.

Kinsey side-eyes the image, visibly squinting her brows at their repulsiveness. The things people get away with when they're drunk.

The blonde tries to build up enough strength to pull herself away from the sight, but it holds her there for a second more as the odd attraction to the nauseating sight compels her to keep looking. After deciding that she's seen enough, she reverts to gazing around the rest of the second floor.

She steps up to one of the five doors making up the circular space and turns the knob. The door is locked. It won't even budge. The blonde then tries the second door down. It's locked. Three doors later, Kinsey is left speechless and confused.

With no luck, she huffs and creeps her hand into the pocket of her oversized faded denim jacket to snatch up her phone. She hurriedly swipes and taps, speedily arriving at her recent call list. The contact she is searching for is first on the list. It reads: actually my bitch now🌈

She dials.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Until...

"The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. She can color code her fucking notes, but she can't clear out her voicemail?" Kinsey draws out a sigh, biting the corner of her lip in thought.

The blonde stills for a second before deciding on heading back downstairs. She nearly trips as she hops down the steps, skipping a couple in the process. Her eyes glaze over the crowd once and zones in on a certain guy with hair resembling Ramen Noodles coiled on the top of his head.

The blonde cracks a smile and charges for her friend. She swiftly glides through the crowd once again but less aggressively this time. She reaches Antonio in no time.

"Tony, you've seen Jade?" Kinsey yells over the deafeningly loud mosh pit music playing in the background.

"What?" Antonio squints, lowering his head to Kinsey's height.

"Have you seen Jade?"

"What?"

"Have yo-"

"What?"

"I said, have y-"

"What?"

"Let me fucking speak, Tony!" Kinsey quips, glaring at him harshly with squinted brows.

"Damn, you ain't gotta be so mean Kins," Antonio innocently retorts with the thick ends of his brows rising towards the center of his forehead.

Kinsey shakes her head, "Where's Jade?" She yells again, using her hands to emphasize her question.

"Oh, I think she's going skinny-dipping with Derrick and them!"

Something snaps in Kinsey's spine. Her eyes flash open wider and her legs start moving before she knows it. She leaves Antonio hanging with no hint as to where she is heading.

The man shrugs his shoulders and goes back to dancing, or whatever it is that he was doing with Alexander standing shyly in front of him. The smaller-framed male stands before Antonio, smiling widely at the silly man dancing like a drunken idiot before him. His insanely bright, white teeth display in all their glory as he giggles at the marvel before him. The marvel that is Antonio and his bulky composition swinging around to the beat of the music. Instead of rocking his signature slick pompadour, Alexander's bleach blonde hair lies atop his head in loose curls with some strands alluringly falling over his warm, deep brown eyes.

It is Antonio who inspired Alexander to fully embrace his more natural curls. Alexander appreciates how the hairstyle fits Antonio, even going as far as telling Antonio in conversation about his hair that the look makes him want the male to "ruin him" and "fuck up his life". His words.

Antonio nearly spills the totally non-alcoholic beverage from his red SOLO cup as he pumps his arms in the air. He is enjoying every second of having the guy, whom he's been growing feelings for, all to himself as the alcohol coursing through his veins distracts him from what others may think.

He may blush once he relives acting this way in front of everyone from school, especially Alexander, but at the moment, drunk Antonio couldn't give two fucks less. He just wants to have fun and feel free.

Meanwhile, Kinsey makes it to the other side of the home in a matter of seconds. She stalks up to the sliding glass doors leading out to the backyard. The in-ground fiberglass pool initially catches her eyes but they don't stay for too long.

She peers further through the glass, noticing her all-black wearing brunette girlfriend amid a horde of half-naked pale-skinned girls. Kinsey watches closely, seemingly at the perfect time to witness the way Jade's eyes widen in shock as the girl standing next to her strips all her clothes off as if ants were crawling under her skin.

Jade ogles at the girl from head to toe in confusion, brows furrowed and lips pressed tightly together. Her heart starts racing a bit.

Kinsey chuckles, slightly amused to see the innocence that Jade always attempts to stow away. She wants to appear so tough and hardcore but how she appears to be having a heart attack at the sight of some random girl stripping, Kinsey wonders how she'll react when it's time for her to show Jade her tits.

The thought makes Kinsey chuckle gingerly as her hands press up against the sliding glass door.

The sight is harmless until a certain male with loose honey curls tied into a small puff at the top of his head comes into view. Kinsey is already on her toes, watching attentively as he confidently strolls into her frame of view on Jade. His shorter stature stalks up to Jade from behind. His slim pointer finger creepily stretches out like E.T. to tap on the brunette's left shoulder to suddenly appear on her right, playing the old "I'm over here" trick.

He laughs with all his teeth, his perfectly straight white teeth. Ironically enough, his teeth aren't the only straight and white thing about him.

Kinsey's teeth grit as he starts talking it up with Jade. The brunette simply smiles and laughs at the unfunny jokes he's most likely spewing at her. They laugh and laugh as Jade struggles to maintain her balance, stepping backward and nearly tripping over her foot before leaning forward to find her balance again.

As the brunette nearly trips backward again, Derrick is fast enough to lay his hand firmly on her hip to hold her up.

All seems innocent.

Until his hand sticks to her hip like it's been superglued into place. His grimy fingers start to pull at the hem of her slightly cropped, off-the-shoulder top. He continues to laugh it up and talk her head off as he gradually rolls up the cotton fabric between his slick fingers.

"Get the fuck off of her!" Kinsey demands, making her voice heard above the heavy bass booming from the speakers from inside the house. The sound barrier is disrupted, allowing the music from the inside of the house to seep into the backyard area.

Heads turn abruptly as she charges out onto the patio from the sliding glass doors, trudging across the brick tiles with dense steps. Her worn-out sneakers scrape against the stubborn ground with each hurried step.

Derrick's head snaps up, as well as Jade's. His hands immediately retreat from Jade's body, exposing the shadiness in his actions.

His eyes register the person pacing at him and a shit-eating smile flashes onto his face. "Hey, Kins! How's it going? Congra-"

Before the words finish coming out, Kinsey has him pinned up against the prickly popcorn wall on the side of his house. Her hand grips around his throat as her foot stomps onto his left foot, while her right knee hikes up and pushes up against his balls.

Kinsey maintains her assumed position as his body leans back into the wall. His compromised position leaves him shocked and struggling to be set free. His hands grip around Kinsey's wrist to try and release the pressure being inflicted on his trachea. On the other hand, his legs can't do much with one foot being stomped on and the other being paralyzed in place by the pain coming from his balls. He can't move and is forced to remain at eye level with Kinsey as the two are nearly the same height.

Kinsey brings her face up to the guy with whom she used to have sex. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" She sneers.

"N-," he chokes on his spit, "N-Nothing. I was just talking to her," he pleads, shutting his eyes tightly in response to the discomfort running throughout his body.

From experience, Kinsey knows that he wasn't just "talking to her".

Kinsey glares into his almost black eyes, breathing heavily through her nose. Her breathing slows down. She loosens her grip on his neck and steps back, releasing his foot and balls.

"I swear this won't be the last time I pin your ass to a wall if you try that bull with anyone else here. Quit being a fucking perv," Kinsey warns in an irritated, exasperated voice. It's almost as if she has had to say the same thing before.

"You liked it when this perv had his dick down your throat," he chides, smirking with a reddened face from all the blood rushing to his head after the lack of circulation.

"Oh, I swea-"

Kinsey is prepared to charge again, pulling her fist back by her ear, ready to pound into his face.

"So, this is the guy that got to kiss you before me?" Jade, in her drunken state, slurs all of her s sounds in the process. Her eyes are sunken in and her eyeliner is smudged around her eyes, emphasizing the darkness of her aura with the dimness of the night.

Kinsey sighs, dropping her head and her fist.

Derrick smiles widely, almost proud. "Yeah, she wasn't that good at first. I taught her everything she knows."

Kinsey shoots him a fiery glare. That most definitely isn't true at all.

"Does he kiss better than me?" Jade whimpers, almost like a disappointed child. Her lips pout as she becomes visibly upset by the thought.

Kinsey confusedly snaps her head in Jade's direction. So, she's the sad and mopey drunk?

"Okay, I think it's time to go," Kinsey declares, reminding herself of why she was initially looking for Jade in the first place. She has wanted to get the fuck out of here for the longest time.

She's been dying to leave this party since they got here around nine. When she first heard that Derrick volunteered to throw her a party for being accepted to Alabama, Kinsey didn't need a psychic to tell her that this party wasn't about her at all. The idiot simply needed an excuse to coax his parents into letting him have a party at their luxurious home. His parents liked Kinsey despite barely knowing her.

Kinsey was planning on hanging with Jade tonight at her house, but those plans changed when Jade became suddenly interested in heading to the party. As it turned out, the brunette only decided on coming to the party once Alexander talked her into it, mostly because he knew Antonio would be there if Kinsey was there.

To keep a long story short, Kinsey was no match for those puppy-dog eyes.

So, they got here and Jade decided this would be the best time to drink for the first time because the Jello-shots tasted "really good".

At least seven Jell-O shots and a can of White Claw later, Kinsey is leaning in to grab at Jade's wrist but the brunette pulls away harshly.

"Th-That's the guy I saw you kissing when I was stalking you at the library. That's him!" Jade points at Derrick accusatorially. "Did you fuck him?" Jade hollers, painfully oblivious. Her pronunciations are all over the place as is her body. Her head feels much heavier than usual.

Anyone close enough to hear the commotion, even the half-naked girls sporting their push-up bras standing by the pool, go quiet. There wasn't this much attention on them even when Kinsey was slamming the host of the party into the wall of his house.

Everyone listens closely to the confrontation between the newly popular girlfriends.

"You wanna fuck me too, Kins?"

Kinsey takes that as the perfect time to be aggressive with the brunette and yank her by the wrist. The blonde tries to distract herself from the flush of embarrassment rushing through her face. She leads the brunette back into the crowded home, squeezing the shit out of her wrist, almost afraid to let go. Jade doesn't resist anymore as she smiles carelessly with her girlfriend rushing her through the crowd of people watching them like some sort of spectacle.

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Kinsey is able to make it to Jade's home in record time. She may have passed a few red lights but they were on streets with no cameras. That is one of the perks of living in a small-ass town where they rather put money towards programs for teenage pregnancy than traffic lights.

The blonde switches off the ignition with the flick of her wrist, immediately engulfing the car in silence. Jade leans back, reclining the passenger seat. A grin extends upwards from the corners of her heart-shaped lips as her body slowly descends in the seat. The brunette looks dazed with her eyelids barely opening wider than a millimeter. By the looks of it, Jade has reached another level of drunk.

Kinsey didn't know that Jade could consume that much alcohol, or alcohol at all for that matter.

The consecutive shots of cherry-flavored Jell-O and vodka compounded with fruit punch piled on to create this version of Jade that the world has yet to see. A Jade so carefree that even Kinsey is nervous, feeling jitters as if meeting the brunette for the first time again.

Funny enough, when she first met Jade, she felt no inkling of anxiety. It was the other way around.

"I asked if you wanted to take one shot, not seven." Kinsey reminds, chuckling dryly as she leans back in the driver's seat, gazing ahead at the dead street lined with light poles. She gages her heavy breathing by decelerating each rushed exhale. A technique she often uses to pacify the decline of adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"B-But, it was so fun, beautiful," Jade drawls with eyes shut as she melts into the seat. She brings one leg up under her bottom, making herself feel more comfortable in the seat.

"Don't call me... that." Kinsey stiffens in her seat, fixing her gaze out the window.

"What? My baby doesn't like being called beautiful? Do I not tell you that enough?" Jade partially teases, squinting her brows in Kinsey's direction, basking in the sight of the genuine beauty that the blonde is unable to experience for herself. Despite the corners of her vision being a tad blurry, she can still see Kinsey's pulchritude bleed through.

Kinsey doesn't respond, staring strongly out the window as if something more interesting than Jade is happening out there.

Jade clicks off her seatbelt before slipping out of her seat to hover over the center console. Her hands press against the leather console to hold her weight as she pokes her face closer to Kinsey's. Her hazel eyes stand out against the smudging eyeliner surrounding her eyes. She connects her intense gaze to Kinsey's, catching the blonde's deep-blue orbs.

"You don't like it when I call you beautiful?" Jade coos, cupping Kinsey's right cheek with her hand, holding her body weight up over the console with her left.

Kinsey laughs, wondering if drinking tonight would have made her as happy as it looks like it has made Jade. She ignores the heat filling her face and gazes up into Jade's eyes as her body saturates with sudden glee at being seen by the brunette. Like actually being seen by Jade. To have the brunette's undivided attention makes Kinsey feel special. She wouldn't admit that out loud, but she feels all giddy inside when Jade gives her attention.

Ironically enough, with all the attention she gets daily from everyone else, Jade's attention means much more to her. She feels seen not only as Kinsey Scott, the powerhouse female high-school football player but Kinsey, the girl who just wants to trust so that she can feel human again.

The blonde wasn't in much of a mood to drink at "her" party. The party that was forced upon her by her current girlfriend and facilitated by her old fuck buddy.

"No, I don't like that shit, what I do like is kissing you," Kinsey states, subconsciously biting the middle of her lip at the thought of meeting Jade's lips.

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I'm that easy," Jade chortles, poking out her lips barely an inch from Kinsey's just to pull away swiftly, stuffing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

She pulls her body back down into the passenger seat in no time.

Kinsey sends her a playful death glare, with a tinge of disappointment.

"That doesn't make you easy," Kinsey contests with a slight inclination in her tone like a begging toddler.

Jade sighs, "I don't want you to fuck me and be disappointed. And I also don't want you to fuck me and s-see me like those other guys. To see that I'm not good enough," Jade admits with the drunk smile that was on her face, slowly dissipating.

"That's dumb as fuck to compare yourself to them."

Jade recoils into the seat, feeling that familiar sense of insecurity strip her of her confidence again. She starts fidgeting around with her fingers in her lap.

"Most of them were assholes that wanted to get their rocks off. They didn't mean anything to me. We just used each other. Jade, I could never compare you to them because one, you don't have a dick, and two, you mean so much more to me. I actually care about you and... I guess your feelings and shit." Kinsey sarcastically rolls her eyes, shrugging her shoulder at the latter statement.

Admitting that is hard for Kinsey.

Jade glances over at Kinsey, "Wow... you're really gay."

"You too, bitch," Kinsey snaps back.

Jade's subtle chuckle develops into rampant laughter with her voice squeaking at the peak of each laugh. Somehow, the laughter becomes contagious enough to catch Kinsey as well. Her laughter combines with Jade's, echoing through the silence of the car.

It's as if each of their laughs encourages the other to continue. They laugh at nothing until their stomachs start to ache. Soon enough their laughs tone down.

"You make me crazy you know that right?" Kinsey shakes her head, "Let me get your drunk ass inside," Kinsey trails off, grappling her door latch. She pulls the door open and steps out from the seat in one swift motion.

"I'm not the one that made you go all Hulk smash tonight. That was your ego," Jade mutters under her breath as she follows Kinsey's lead and motions to grab for the door handle on her side of the car.

"What was that?" Kinsey pauses before shutting the door, dropping her head down to the window to get a better view of the shit-talking brunette.

"I said nothing but great things," Jade quickly replies, sending Kinsey a cheesy closed-mouthed smile through the window.

Kinsey shakes her head, walking around the front of the car to reach the passenger side. She casually extends her hand out for the handle of the passenger side door, but before she can latch on, Jade thrusts the door open. The steel door crashes into Kinsey's fingers, causing the blonde to flinch and tighten her jaw as the striking pain originating in the tips of her fingers soars through her entire body.

"Oh, shit," Jade exclaims, feeling like she's falling out of the car like putty. While Kinsey hisses in pain, Jade sees her arms moving in slow motion as they swing around helplessly. Her legs feel weightless and her head feels empty. She's never felt so light before in her life. Mind free of thoughts, anxieties, and contradictions.

Kinsey shakes out her battered hand before rushing over to keep Jade from falling onto the grass covering her front yard. She takes a grip of the brunette's lower arm, helping the girl stay upright.

Jade stays up thanks to Kinsey. Her body leans up against Kinsey's body as the blonde kicks the car door shut with the inside of her foot.

Kinsey holds tightly onto Jade's waist as the two manage their way through the thick, healthy grass. Eventually, they make it over to the wavy brick walkway that leads to the large ivory-painted door. Jade's head bobs on Kinsey's shoulder with each unsteady step they manage to take together. Kinsey is at the mercy of Jade's drunken gait.

"I can't," Jade spouts suddenly with a jovial smile.

"What?" Kinsey raises a brow, looking over at the girl leaning on her.

"I can't get in. I forgot my key inside," Jade giggles, her eyes fluttering with innocence.

Kinsey sighs, dropping her head, "Do you at least have a key hidden somewhere?"

"Yeah, but it's a secret. Shh," Jade directs, placing her index finger over her mouth to get the message across to Kinsey.

Kinsey simply nods.

They reach the front door.

Kinsey hesitantly loosens her grip on Jade, watching carefully to assure that the brunette is capable of standing on her own. The blonde glances down at the brass door handle nervously. She then gazes up at the semi-circular window that makes up the top portion of the door. She notices the voluminous crystal chandelier shining through, substantiating the fact that she's never actually been inside Jade's home before.

Kinsey had always remained in her car when she dropped Jade home since the brunette always insisted that the blonde not come in. Kinsey still holds onto the theory that it may have been because of Jade's mom before, but she hasn't touched on the subject with Jade yet because the brunette seems to have been doing better lately. Kinsey hasn't had to answer a panicked, tear-filled call since that one time.

Once Kinsey completely removes the tight hold from her drunk girlfriend's waist, Jade is given enough free range to bend down and take hold of the large gray stone sitting on the gravel that decorates the front lawn.

Kinsey's face stills in confusion.

She can't be serious. Why would they put that there when they live in a place like this? That's so fucking obvious.

Jade proceeds to pull the stone up to reveal absolutely nothing. No key in sight. She carries on digging her fingers into the gravel, shifting them around.

"Bingo!"

"You found the key?" Kinsey exasperates, snapping herself out of her apprehensive thoughts of stepping into the home she's never been in before. For some odd reason, this feels likes a big deal to Kinsey. It's like she's gonna be stepping into more of Jade's world. The world that the brunette constantly attempts to keep under wraps.

"No, I found the lockpick so that I can break-in. As long as we turn off the alarm within ten seconds, we'll be good," Jade quips optimistically.

"What happens after ten seconds?"

"My mom will get a notification on her phone and she won't hesitate to call the cops. I've seen it before, when my dad tried picking the lock after coming home drunk from fucking his side-chick," Jade states matter-of-factly, donning a tight, unfazed smile on her face.

Wow... I get why she never talks about her dad. Note taken.

Kinsey is too tired to ask more questions at this point. She knows that Jade confessing that is a big deal already, but her mind feels fuzzy, not from alcohol but by an unmitigated need for sleep. She can only hope that Jade isn't too drunk to remember how to deactivate the alarm. The blonde rather not have to explain to the cops why the eighteen-year-old is visibly drunk.

Kinsey starts massaging her temples with her fingers while standing behind Jade.

So, her dad cheated on her mom? Does she know? Is that why she fucks with Jade?

Even with her respect for Jade's boundaries, she still finds herself entertaining the newfound information.

All too suddenly, Jade snaps her head around to fix her eyes on the blonde. Her brows rise as if seeking approval from the rings of teal that make up the blonde's eyes. Kinsey simply grunts in response, shrugging her shoulders with her hands rubbing over the cotton fabric of her black leggings.

Jade arrogantly winks at Kinsey before turning around as best as she can without falling over into the shrubs beside the door. Kinsey stifles a laugh at Jade's unsteady Bambi-like legs, eyeing the way her feet dance around to prevent her from tripping over.

As Jade works with the lock, Kinsey doesn't mind the sight. The girl is just picking a lot but it is kind of hot, especially with the way those jeans are hugging her hips and accentuating her ass. Kinsey wasn't aware of how much Jade was packing back there. The all-black attire doesn't do the brunette justice. It almost cloaks her body, despite her wearing tight-fitted clothes all the time.

"Fuck yeah! I got it," Jade exclaims excitedly, breathing out.

The brunette glances back when she gets no response, not even a solid grunt.

Kinsey is staring at her ass.

"Motherfu-"

A beeping sound starts to gradually emit throughout the home. With each deafeningly sharp beep, the intensity and volume of the sound increases. Jade ignores Kinsey and pushes the door open to enter her own home as an intruder.

In her drunken state, she can only jog across the house like an elderly woman with a sprained ankle. She can feel the alcohol running through her veins and slowing her down. Everything feels as if it's in slow motion. Her legs feel heavy and her arms feel like Jell-O, ironically. Her vision blurs at the corners of her eyes. Her mind feels fuzzy, but a nice kind of fuzzy. A fuzzy that forces her to think about nothing.

The little bit of autonomy she has left over her entity tries to remind her that she needs to get to the alarm system soon. She is only a few feet away from the left turn that will lead her to the laundry room.

Kinsey's voice plays on in the background as she fights to remain persistent in her mission to get to that damned alarm system that seems much farther away than usual.

It's been nearly seven seconds, but Jade couldn't be sure. Time is warped for her. Seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours.

She finally reaches the laundry room. She yanks down the golden Seville lever to open the door. Before she knows it, she is typing in the five-digit numerical code on the white keypad pinned to the wall. Her mind can't think of numbers right now so her muscle memory is the one to thank as the beeping halts.

The heavy breath that was sitting on her chest escapes in a labored sigh.

"You got it?" Kinsey asks, peeking her head into the laundry room.

"Yeah," Jade responds, slightly nodding as the adrenaline starts to wear off. The brunette speaks up again, "Kins, am I drunk off my ass?"

"Yes, yes you are," Kinsey pitifully confirms, nodding her head and pressing her lips together like a disappointed parent.

Jade cowers her head solemnly and starts trotting her way out of the room, swiftly passing Kinsey. The blonde follows behind, shutting the door of the laundry room behind her. The soft clasp of the lock echoes in the quiet home.

Jade starts lazily flipping on the light switches to illuminate the hallway. Her sneaker-covered feet skate across the hardwood floor with no care.

Despite her mother still reprimanding her for wearing shoes on the hardwood floor, Jade feels less anxious about it. Her mother has started to take a more delicate approach to things even though the woman has her moments every now and then. It's a process for a recovering bitch.

Kinsey follows Jade into the next room, "Your ass looks great by the way!"

"Kins," Jade visibly whines, scrunching together the center of her brows, "You tell me that all the time. Come up with something better to say," Jade reasons, making her way around the kitchen bar. She spins on the heels of her feet to face Kinsey, a little too rapidly, almost falling back. Luckily her fingers grip on the granite countertop fast enough.

Kinsey, on the opposite side of the bar, jumps forward but stops in her tracks once realizing that Jade had found her balance. Her bright blue eyes relax as her bottom settles into the steel, four-legged bar stool facing Jade.

Jade's eyes, in turn, bore into Kinsey's image. She takes several moments to center her focus on the girl before her, braless in a stark white, loosely cropped tank with her thick faded denim jacket overlaying her body like a cloak. With her simple choice of black leggings and all-black Doc Martins, Jade wonders if her style has been wearing off on the blonde after all.

"You're not looking too bad yourself," Jade mutters, finding her eyes steadying in on the way Kinsey's nipples poke through the thin fabric of the crop-top.

Kinsey tilts her head to the side to fake crack her neck for a second as she feels the undeniable heat start to fill in her face. She rolls her eyes away from Jade, deciding that eye contact would be best to be avoided right now.

"Did I just make you blush?" Jade excitedly squeaks, squinting her eyes with a devilishly small smile growing on her lips. She notices the pink hue developing in Kinsey's left ear where her silver cartilage piercing is.

"Fuck no." Kinsey rapidly rises from the other side of the bar to step into the kitchen area. She waltzes past Jade, hurriedly shuffling her feet towards the refrigerator. She yanks the door open and starts scavenging for anything that'll give her a valid reason for rushing over here in the first place. She gay panicked and now she has her head stuffed in a refrigerator. Her eyes scour the nearly empty fridge filled with nothing but various leftovers in plastic to-go boxes. No one fucking cooks here?

Kinsey's eyes wander the fridge until she feels a warmth encase her body. Jade's arms slip around the blonde's waist from behind, pulling Kinsey's backside closer to the front of her body. Jade's hands intertwine in front of the blonde to keep her locked in place.

Jade then rests her head in the nook of Kinsey's shoulder with her soft lips grazing the tender skin of her neck. Kinsey stays there, allowing the teasing warmth of Jade's breath to raise the faint hairs on her neck. Chills run on her skin like a tidal wave. Unpredictable. Her eyes shut as she relaxes into the mixture of hot and cold running throughout her body. An overarching desire for Jade's touch overcomes Kinsey.

But Kinsey can't admit such a thing. She can't admit that Jade is making her inner thighs ache without even as much as touching the blonde sensually. Kinsey can't let herself go like this. She's the dominant one.

But it feels so fucking good.

The blonde turns around in Jade's hold, facing the brunette now. Jade's arms are still wrapped around the blonde's waist protectively, dominantly. Jade's embrace develops into a solid grip on Kinsey's hips. Tight enough for Kinsey to feel Jade's nails slightly digging into the skin on her lower back. Kinsey's eyes look down to examine the sight of Jade's body pressed up against hers, then she glances up to spot the brunette's dark, determined eyes.

The heat brewing between them makes Kinsey lose all hesitation. She wants Jade to touch her, everywhere.

Jade reads the neediness in Kinsey's disposition, especially in her eyes. The boldly drunk brunette further presses her body up against Kinsey, pushing the blonde's back into the closed refrigerator door, while the other hangs wide open. It is freezing, but that no longer matters as the heat building between them is powerful enough to spark a fire.

Kinsey's back collides with the steel refrigerator door, but that doesn't faze her as she leans forward into Jade's lips.

Jade grips Kinsey's waist tighter as their legs intertwine to lessen the space between their bodies just like their lips. Kinsey leads the kiss with her tongue giving Jade no time to acclimate. Kinsey has wanted Jade to be hers for the longest time, and now that she has her where she wants her, Kinsey selfishly refuses to lose her.

Jade has the excuse of alcohol in her system, but Kinsey has no excuse. She simply wants Jade.

Despite Jade holding the more dominant position with her hand pressed up against the fridge door by Kinsey's ear, Kinsey remains in control of the kiss. She garners more control once she clutches onto the front of Jade's neck with her hand, gripping tightly but not too tight.

The restraint placed on Jade's trachea sends the brunette into another phase of pleasure. She would have never expected to be into something like this. Feeling the constraint in her breathing. The threat of her breath being taken away from her and having relatively no control over that fulfills some part of Jade.

There is no fear when there is trust. She trusts Kinsey and that's what makes the feeling even more pleasurable. Her eyelids wince in satisfaction each time Kinsey laps her tongue around hers. The tighter Jade's grip becomes on Kinsey's waist, the more Jade thrusts the blonde back into the fridge causing the cereal boxes at the top to start shifting out of place.

The two pull their lips away reluctantly, opening their eyes to look at one another. Kinsey's grip on Jade's neck falters. Chests heave up like crazy with their eyes looking even crazier. Filled with a hunger to be satiated and a thirst to be quenched.

Jade bites her lip. "Come to my room," she whispers timidly as if she wasn't possessed a few seconds ago by the demon called, Lust.

Kinsey's eyes avert for a second before flashing a look at Jade with her thinking face on, a.k.a. the one that looks like a resting bitch face.

Kinsey takes notice of the way Jade's face displays genuine worry. She quickly takes into account how her face must look right now. The blonde quickly slaps a small smile on her face and whispers, "Yeah, let's go."

Jade smiles happily in her drunken state, grabbing Kinsey's wrist and yanking the blonde from the fridge. She hauls the girl across the house with a quickness. Kinsey follows submissively, knowing that with her strength she could take the lead at any second if she wanted to. She'll let the brunette have her fun.

The nominal quiet of the home is filled with Jade's giggles and the squeaking of Kinsey's boots gliding across the hardwood floor. Jade prances along while Kinsey tries to keep up with her hurried steps. The blonde seems slightly annoyed with how Jade is jerking her body around, but she can't help but snicker at the lackadaisical nature of Jade's body. The brunette's legs criss-cross every other step and her torso maintains a lean forward as she can barely keep her body up.

As they make it to the room, Jade twists the knob and pushes the door open with her body. Once the door is open wide enough, Jade pulls Kinsey through before immediately crashing their lips together once again.

Except this time, Kinsey takes all control. She takes a solid grip of the brunette's hips, preventing Jade from falling backward as she nearly trips over her own feet again.

Kinsey's grip on her hips leaves no room for Jade, so the brunette resorts to resting her hands on Kinsey's shoulders as the pair becomes inseparable from the intensity of their kiss. They battle for a dominance that Kinsey refuses to allow Jade to have. Jade's head bobs back and forth as Kinsey's tongue fills her warm mouth. Jade's determination to keeping up with the blonde has her head tilted, moving backward and forwards. She likes having to work for what she wants.

Kinsey slowly steps forward, forcing Jade to stalk back into the side of her elevated King-size bed. Jade falls back with a soft thump onto the neatly folded comforter as Kinsey follows right on top of her. The change in elevation doesn't quench their thirst for one another. Kinsey starts nibbling on Jade's lip teasingly in between several pecks, knowing that always makes Jade go fucking insane. 

The blonde is absolutely correct.

Jade whimpers between kisses, incoherently begging for Kinsey to kiss her wholeheartedly instead of teasingly.

"Kins, fucking kiss me, please. Please," Jade begs, attempting to maintain aggression, but then succumbing to how weak Kinsey makes her feel.

Jade cups Kinsey's face as her eyes squint shut. Jade opens up her legs to allow Kinsey to rest her body in between. The heat rises between their crotches, as they initiate grinding against each other, especially Kinsey. Her hips start rocking against the fabric of Jade's jeans. She feels the coolness of the metal button brush against her exposed skin under the crop-top.

Kinsey hums into each kiss as her tongue explores Jade's mouth. She ignores the stench of alcohol on Jade's breathe, finding that her choice to consume mostly Jell-O shots was the best thing she could have done. The sweetness mixed with the alcoholic taste is all the more appetizing, luring Kinsey even further into Jade's hold on her.

The blonde allows her hand to start roaming Jade's body. With her slender fingers sliding down Jade's side, she feels the temptingly thin fabric of the brunette's cropped top create fiction against her fingertips.

The heat builds between them and Jade can't take it anymore. The brunette lifts her upper body from the bed to pull at the hem of her shirt. Kinsey backs away to give her enough room. Before they know it, Jade is laid out on the bed in her black lace underwire bra. Her chest rises and falls and Kinsey swears she just caught a blood clot in her heart. Her eyes widen like a prepubescent boy seeing tits for the first time.

The firmness in Jade's perked-up breasts makes Kinsey wonder if she is dreaming. She must be dreaming.

The blonde recovers, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, smiling. She looks away briefly to gather the thoughts swarming around in her mind. Most of them very, very raunchy.

The blonde takes a few breathes as she hovers over the brunette half-naked. Jade props herself up on her elbows, smiling up at Kinsey admirably.

Kinsey pauses for a moment, her smile disappearing in the process. The blonde dips down to plant a kiss on Jade's lips. She pulls away from Jade's swelling lips, so fucking dreadfully. She then expels a dense sigh as she rips herself from Jade's body. Everything in her body is telling her, no, but her mind ultimately tells her yes.

Jade's eyes immediately scrunch in deep confusion at the blonde's action. Her pouted lips form instantly as she observes the blonde rise from the edge of the bed slowly. Jade's eyes shake as she watches Kinsey's awkward movements.

"Kins, I'm ready. Just come on and fuck me," Jade whines, obviously still in her drunken state with how bold she has become with her words. She frustratedly drops her head as the blood continues to rush throughout her body.

The lust had become powerful at that moment. Almost powerful enough to cloud Kinsey's judgment, but the blonde is stronger than that. Stronger than to allow pleasure to make her bypass her morals.

"Get under the covers," Kinsey instructs, nodding her head at the brunette laying there shirtless with her legs wide open. The sight has Kinsey clenching her teeth. The blonde catches a glimpse of the blue lace peeking through the top of Jade's unbuttoned jeans. She rolls her eyes in annoyance and bites the inside of her cheek harshly.

Jade tilts her head at the blonde, obviously confused, but nonetheless compliant. She starts moving up the bed while maintaining piercing eye contact with Kinsey. She slides herself back up towards the folded edge of the comforter she had folded this morning before leaving for school. She maintains intense eye contact as she slips her body under the duvet.

The intensity in her eye-lined eyes perfectly matches the darkness of the room as the sliver of light peeks through the curtains. Her eyes pierce Kinsey's eyes, trying so desperately to read for the blonde's true intentions. Jade wants to believe that this is going to lead to some weird kink that Kinsey has. She wants to believe that the girl she wants to give her body to, wants it.

She wants to believe that.

"Now... go to sleep," Kinsey commands with a strained, tired expression as she adjusts her ravished crop-top as if nothing had happened.

"Wa-Wait? What?" Jade interrogates, flashing Kinsey an alarmed frown as she pushes her body up by resting on her elbows.

"Jade, you're drunk off your ass. I'm not gonna take advantage of you like that. Get your ass some sleep and maybe I'll fuck you someday when you're sober and can consent to all the shit I wanna do to you." Kinsey finishes off the statement with a wink, referencing a little corny inside joke that the two have.

Jade drops her head back against the pillow harshly, glaring up at the ceiling with a burning stare. "I fucking hate you," Jade states as if having some sort of epiphany.

"Mhmm," Kinsey hums walking around the room.

"What if I told you I was sober?"

"I'd make you say the alphabet backwards."

"That's not even fair. I can't even say that shit when I'm sober."

"So, you're not sober at the moment?"

"Okay, I know that is a trick question somehow, but thinking about it is making me dizzy so I won't answer that. I plead the fifth," Jade contests, bringing her fingers up to rub at her temples. She can already feel the inbounding headache coming on.

Kinsey says nothing besides looking over her shoulder and serving Jade the "look". The look that says, you did this to yourself.

"I detest you," Jade snipes, staring up at the ceiling with pouting lips. "Kins, I'm never drinking again. I'm dehydrated and I feel like crying for some reason."

"Yeah, yeah. It'll be fine if you sleep it off." Kinsey brushes off as she walks over to a door that she hopes is Jade's closet. She opens the door and walks into the darkness casually, looking around for some sort of light switch. Luckily she finds one on her third clumsy swipe at the wall.

Yup, this is the closet. A fucking big one.

The light flashes on and her eyes widen at the size of this thing.

What the fuck? How much money do these people have?

Kinsey's eyes scatter around the closet filled with a variety of clothes hanging and some even folded onto shelves because of the lack of space. There are even clothes that aren't black.

She is on her Hannah Montana shit. She has to be living a double life.

Kinsey knew that Jade's home would let her know more about the mysterious brunette.

Despite the closet being the same size as half of her bedroom, Kinsey tries to redirect her attention back to what she is looking for. Her eyes dart around the room, scanning each and every item. Kinsey takes note of the clothing that she's never seen Jade in, which is basically half of the closet.

I can't even imagine her in yellow.

Meanwhile, as the blonde is discovering more and more about her girlfriend through her closet.

"Kins, I swear I'm not drunk. Please fuck me, please," Jade pleads in the background, pathetically sprawled out on the bed like Patrick Star with the top of her jeans still unbuttoned. Being left hanging like this makes her feel empty, but mostly unsatisfied. She wants what she wants, and to be refused that makes her upset. Plus, her thighs are aching.

The blonde suddenly strolls out of the closet with three things: a navy blue fuzzy blanket, a thick folded-up Minnie Mouse comforter, and a tight-lipped, arrogant smile.

"So, Minnie Mouse was your thing? I was more of a Goofy type of gal."

"Very funny," Jade scoffs, glowering in Kinsey's direction.

Kinsey shrugs her shoulders and proceeds to lay out the comforter on the floor beside Jade's bed to construct herself a makeshift bed for the night.

Jade watches all of this in stunned silence. Her eyes flicker at every movement Kinsey makes. "Get your dumbass in this bed right now."

"No, you need your space, plus I don't want to risk anything," Kinsey states, continuing her mission of building layers of bedding on the carpeted floor. It's not that I don't trust you, I don't trust myself with you.

"Get in this bed, or I'm gonna end up sleeping on the floor with you. If I can't have sex, then I at least deserve to cuddle," Jade grumbles very demandingly, contrary to the innocence of her request.

Kinsey side-eyes the demanding brunette, contemplating whether or not she likes drunk Jade.

She is still on the fence.

Her fingers loosely grip the edge of the Minnie Mouse comforter that she has just laid out. Her eyes falter back and forth from Jade's massive bed to the floor.

Despite her inability to make choice, Kinsey cracks a small, restricted smile at the idea of being next to Jade. She'd gladly take any opportunity to be near Jade. She knows that she'll be able to control herself if she keeps reminding herself of how much she cares about the brunette.

Newsflash, she cares about Jade a shit ton.

"The power you have over me is pathetic," Kinsey ultimately huffs, dropping the comforter and trudging over to the King-sized bed surrounded by four vertical columns.

Jade shifts her body to the other side of the bed before she lifts the covers to make room for Kinsey to slip her way in.

"Don't tell me that you're sleeping in jeans?" Kinsey questions as she takes a seat at the edge of the bed to remove her heavy boots. She pulls at the strings, loosening the laces in one go.

She glances over her shoulder at Jade. The brunette appears nearly knocked out as her forearm rests on her forehead. The threatening temptation of sleep is evident in each sedated breathe she takes.

"Y'know only serial killers do that," Kinsey suggests, pulling her hair back out of her face.

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So... it's been a while. Sorry about that but real life happens. I'm glad that I was able to find the time to come back to writing. I missed it so much. I hope this long chapter made up for it. What are your initial feelings after reading this chapter? I know this kind of feels like a filler chapter, but I promise that this supplements what will happen next in the storyline.

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Do you respect what Kinsey did for Jade? Do you believe her actions reflect her growing feelings for Jade? If so, elaborate?

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Finally, the most important question: How do you feel about drunk Jade?

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Besides that, I can't wait for next week's update. I appreciate all of your patience. Love you guys so fucking much. Real shit.

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