"The key to beer pong," I told them in a matter-of-fact tone, "is all about-" I staggered a bit before finishing "-mathematics."

One of them made a face. "Math? Seriously?"

"Seriously!" I retorted, as I pointed the ping pong ball at them. "It's all about mathematics! Math, math, math!"

"Why math though?" Another asked.

"It's because math is everywhere!" I exclaimed, spinning in a circle stupidly, "When you use money, when you tell time, and even when you play beer pong!"

"Then show us then."

I started to giggle to myself.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," I said with a shrug. "I'm just thinking how funny it will be when I see you're faces after I kick your asses in beer pong."

I ignored the ooh's and focused my attention to the red plastic cup. When I told them I wanted to play beer pong, I didn't want the easy game with a bunch or red plastic cups in the shape of a pyramid, or triangle, I like pyramid better. Did you know that the ancient Egyptians- Focus Naomi! But no, I'm not satisfied with only easily tossing a ping pong ball into a red plastic cup. I'll make this a challenge, Naomi style.

They were actually okay with me changing things a bit. They took down the set up they made and put down the fruit punch bowl on the ground. We grabbed all of the furniture of the house, from tables, chairs, even a lamp. This got everyone attention when they saw people run around the house moving furniture. When I was finished setting up with course, there was a big crowd of kids watching me.

I cleared my throat then turned to them. "Behold, people of this party or whatever, watch as I, Nerdy Naomi-" there were gasps "-make history in beer bong!"

"It's beer pong."

"Right, beer pong," I said, before looking back at the course. "Okay, let's do this."

Automatically, everyone took out their phones to start videotaping this. I studied the course with my nerdy powers. I was surprised myself for being able to use my nerdy powers when I've been slurring and staggering the whole time. I'm probably just really tired, that's all, which was weird because juice should make you hyper, not drowsy. I calculated the distance of the throw, how much strength I need to put, where the ball will go before being thrown into the red plastic cup filled with beer. Everyone was quiet, holding their breath as they watched or videotaped this. I brought my hand back with the ping pong in it. Then at the last minute, I turned around and threw the ping pong ball behind me.

I turned back around to watch what was happening. All eyes followed the ball as it made its way through the course. It hit a lampshade, nearly knocking it over. The ball took three hops over a table, then went back and forth between four overturned chairs. It then circled around the punch bowl twice before falling off and took one, then two bounces into the plastic cup. The whole crowd was in chaos, hooting and shouting. I picked up the plastic cup and took out the ping pong ball. I drank the fruit punch inside the cup and held the cup up. I held both the plastic cup and ping pong ball up in the air as if it was a trophy, everyone cheered at the sight of it. People who still didn't believe what just happened looked at the videos they took. Others who did were texting about it or already posting the videos in the internet.

But I wasn't done. No, I was just getting started. I was on fire- not really though, that would be bad. Unless I was the girl on fire but... What was I saying again? Oh, right!

I started to get fancier after that. I did the same course again. But first I began to juggle three ping pong balls as I sang circus music. Then one by one I tossed them into the air. They followed each other, bouncing on the furniture the previous ball bounced on. The ping pong balls hopped into the plastic cup, making everyone cheer. I high five the beer pong guys who congratulated for my awesomeness.

I climbed up the stairs as the guys began to change the course once more. When I was at the top of the stairs, I took a big swig of my fruit punch in my plastic cup I was holding before eyeing the course. I set the ping pong on top of the staircase railing then let go of it. I watched with everyone else as the ping pong ball rolled down the rail, then dropping onto the stairs themselves. As it bounced on each step, it jumped higher and higher. The ball then bounced on the floor before hitting the wall and going the other way. It hopped onto three chairs, rolled across the table before bouncing back on the floor. The ball hit an overturned chair, jumped over the punch bowl to hit another overturned chair before going into the plastic cup that was floating in the punch bowl. I threw my hands up in triumph, jumping up and down like some kind of drunk idiot- Oh wait...

I slid down on the banister before hopping back to ground level. I grabbed the plastic cup holding the ping pong ball and took it out. Then I scooped some more fruit punch from the punch bowl and drank it down. The beer pong guys once more changed the course, and it's going to be the best one yet. When they were done, my eyes went up to the chandelier. All eyes followed the direction I was looking. Once again, I held my hand back then threw the ping pong ball at the chandelier- yes, the house has a chandelier, not as fancy as Bennett's though. It bounced of a painting, some sort of abstract –then went into the bookshelf. The guys set the bookshelf up so the planks would go on a ramp. It went down two shelves before changing direction and jumping off the bookshelf because of a book angled correctly, then hopping back onto the floor. It began to climb made-shift stairs out of books from the book case, climbing higher and higher until it reached the grand piano. The ping pong ball went inside, hitting the strings to strike up a simple tune before hopping out. The host's parents, Daniel, had their own Roulette, this casino game that involves a wheel. Taking the wheel, we taped a red cup right on the lucky number seven. When the ping pong ball began to hop towards the wheel, everyone stared at me.

"Are you ready?" I said like an announcer to them.

"Yeah!" They exclaimed back.

"Let's play, wheel of beer pong!"

"SPIN!"

I got a good grip of the Roulette wheel then spun it. The wheel whirled around fast, the fruit punch inside the cup spilled onto anyone who was too close, me the most. The ping pong ball was bouncing towards it. My eyes kept on flickering to the wheel and ball back and forth.

Will it make it? Will it make it?

But the closer the ball got, the slower the wheel spun. But as it slowed, the plastic cup was away from the cup. Everyone's eyes were looking at it as if they were trying to move the wheel with their minds. Then with one last bounce, the ball flew into the air just as the cup moved into place and it landed right in it. The whole house now erupted into cheers, yells, hoots, whoops, laughter. I grabbed the cup off the Roulette from the tape that held it there, rolled the ping pong ball out of it and drank the fruit punch that wasn't spilled when I spun it.

Someone slapped me on the back. "Man, that was awesome, Nerds," one of the beer bong guys said to me.

"Yeah, I know you're smart, but not this smart!" Another exclaimed.

"Ignore him," his friend said. "But you really did out beer pong us."

"We better call you the beer pong queen now."

I grinned. "Yeah, I like that. It has a nice ring to it."

I took a sip of my fruit punch then staggered a bit. In reflex they looked as if they would have caught me if I fell. But I've seen these guys before. They've had their share of pulling pranks on me or calling me names. I caught my balance before I would have fallen flat on my butt- Ha, I said butt.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Maybe you should slow down on whatever you're drinking."

I looked down at my cup. "It's only fruit punch."

One of them frowned at that. "Yeah, but the last time I checked, fruit punch doesn't make you drunk."

I snorted. "Drunk? I'm not drunk."

"Then what do you call this?" He asked, gesturing to me.

"Not drunk."

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I gotta go find someone." I said out of nowhere, finally remembering I have to find Parker.

"Aw, can't you go play some more beer pong with us?" Someone whined.

"Nope," I said, popping the P.

Before they could argue any further, I turned on my heel and walked away. But then I paused and came back to refill my fruit punch, before really going. Once my beer pong show was over, the crowd scattered back throughout the house. They either went back dancing, flirting, or drinking. I continued wandering around the house looking for Parker, stumbling, staggering, giggling and drinking my fruit punch.

"Parker!" I called out. "Oh, Parker! Party Parker! Here Parky, Parky!"

I found myself at the middle of the dance floor of the party. People kept on bumping into me. They were shoving, pushing, twerking, that kind of stuff. The DJ announced something, but I couldn't hear it because of how he was talking like some sort of rapper and the music was way too loud. But then the lights of the house turned off and the whole place lit up with neon lights. For a second I marveled at the bright neon lights streaking across the room. Then I thought, well since I am on the dance floor... I did the robot, the sprinkler, and even the moonwalk. I wanted to get on the floor and do the worm, but someone suddenly pushed me and I stumbled out of the dance floor. I guess they didn't want me showing off my moves or the competition. But when I stumbled out of the crowd of dancing drunks, I nearly crashed into someone.

"Whoops!" I said, giggling uncontrollably. "Sorry," I sang in apology, looking up at whoever I bumped into.

There was a slight chuckle. "It's alright, are you-" The person paused.

I blinked one, then twice. "Raymond?"  I asked in disbelief, staggering back in surprise.

Raymond smirked at me. "In the flesh."

The room was dark, so I could barely see his face. But I can see Raymond a mile away, glasses or not, dark or not. It's a survival skill, the moment I see his figure I'll run like there's no tomorrow. But it's too late for that. He was wearing some loose black tank top that had some words on it, but it was too blurry for me to read. Paired with it, he wore a dark beanie and black jeans. He was carrying a bottle of beer in his hand.

I squinted at his shirt. "What does your shirt say?"

Raymond looked down at his shirt. "It says, 'I'd flex, but I like this shirt'."

"That's stupid."

"No it isn't," he retorted.

"No, I mean you, you're stupid," I told him as I took a sip of my drink. "You're too busy flexing your muscles when you should be flexing your brain. But then again, it'll probably hurt when you do."

He was about to say something, but then he paused to process the insult I just told him.

"And besides," I said as I suddenly grabbed his arm. "It's not like you're flexing any-" I stopped talking and did a double take, then I stared at his bicep in disbelief. "Wow, that's a bicep."

So this has been powering Raymond's punches. And I could tell he was flexing it, proud that I was gushing at it- N-not that I was actually gushing over it. I just couldn't help but stare at it.

Raymond gave me a cocky grin. "Are you actually checking me out, Nerds?"

I was so thankful it was dark so he couldn't see my reddening cheeks. I instantly let go of his arm and glared at him.

"No, of course not!" I snapped. "So what if you got brawn? I got brains. Brains over brawn, remember?"

"Uh-huh," he said as he crossed his arms just to show off his biceps at me, not buying it.

"I take that sorry back," I told him.

Raymond snorted. "You can't do that."

I stomped on his foot then. He cursed and began to hop on one foot like a one legged bunny- poor bunny, not poor Raymond –trying to massage his foot.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He demanded.

"If I tell you sorry, I should at least make it worth it."

"But did you really have to stomp on my foot?"

"Do you want me to even out for you?" I offered him.

"No, it's alright," he said, shooting me a glare before standing upright again.

"That's too bad," I said bluntly. "Well, I have to go find someone." I said out of nowhere.

He blinked. "Wait, wha-"

"Bye."

I quickly walked away from him, but it ended up more of staggering and stumbling. But even with it, I got quite some distance from Raymond. But he still managed to catch up to me. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. It took me by surprise and I almost fell flat on my butt- Ha, I said butt again. But I grabbed his shirt to catch my fall. This took him by surprise and the both of us stumbled back until I hit my back against the wall.

Oh, no.

Raymond looked at me with a dark smile. His brown eyes stared back at my panicked ones. We were close, very close. Raymond leaned closer to me, making me shrink in fear. I visibly gulped, and it wasn't for the fruit punch. Speaking of fruit punch, I took a small sip of it.

"How come we always find ourselves in this situation?" He mused.

"Well, there've been the times you've bullied me and the time back when we had dinner with-"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I thought we agreed we'd never speak about that."

"No, you just forced me to agree with you, I never really agreed with you."

"Listen here, Naomi," he whispered menacingly into my ear. "None of this ever escaped your lips, you hear?" 

I nodded weakly.

"Same thing."

"No, it isn't."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it isn't."

"I'm glad you haven't changed with your snarky self when you're drunk."

I snorted. "Drunk? I'm not drunk." I slurred, which wasn't really helping my case.

"Then what do you call this?" He asked, gesturing to me.

"Not drunk."

"That's just plain stupid."

"You're plain and stupid."

"Well, you're stupidly plain."

"You're infuriating."

"Look who's talking."

"You're despicable."

"Right back at you."

"You're unbelievable."

"Believe it."

"You're horrible."

"Am I?"

"You're, you're-"

He raised an eyebrow and leaned close to me. "Running out of adjectives, Nerds?"

I pushed him away, making him stagger back. "No, I have a whole dictionary more. But they're not in your vocabulary, so it'll be useless calling you them."

"Do one of those words define me as hot by any chance?" He asked with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. "You've got to be kidding."

"Oh, c'mon, Nerds," he said, as he poked my nose playfully. "Don't tell me you don't find me attractive at all."

I swatted his hand away. "I don't find you attractive at all."

He had the nerve to smirk. "Now, you're just lying."

"No, I'm truthing," I retorted. "And what's with you? No names, no jokes, no punches? You're all... flirty." I finally said, giving up on finding any other word to describe this.

"Flirty? I call it being seduc-"

I wrinkled my nose. "You're drunk."

"So are you." He argued before taking a swig of his beer.

"Not as drunk as you to actually flirt with me."

He snorted. "I can hold my alcohol. I only had a couple of beers. I'm not as drunk as you."

"Then if you're not as drunk as me- which I'm not, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not drunk -then why are you-"

"You talk too much," he commented with a slight frown, interrupting me. "Enough with the talking."

I was about to ask him what he meant by that, but when he began to lean closer to me, let's just say I forgot what I was supposed to say. He looked at me weirdly, not like when he was pissed when I make a comeback at him, it was... different. I fidget under his gaze, my eyes glancing around a way to escape from this situation.

Raymond chuckled. "Don't think that you'll be going anywhere," he told me as he leaned his arm carrying his beer and had with that bicep- I still can't forget that for some reason -over my head against the wall, trapping me so I won't be able to get away.

The other hand tucked my hair behind my ear before trailing down my jaw, making me shudder, before jutting my chin up so I would have to look at him in the eye. My face began to heat up. Raymond tilted his head to the side, and began to lean his head closer to me. What is he doing? What is he doing? Is he trying to kiss me? No, he can't be. No, he is, he is! He's so drunk he's actually doing this. If he's sober, he would never do this. I was frozen in fear, not knowing what to do. Every second passing by is every second his lips are closer to mine. What do I do? What do I do? Until I said something, making me thank myself for my quick thinking and quicker nose.

"Your breath smells."

He halted just when out lips barely grazed each other. Raymond suddenly backed away covering his mouth. His face was reddening in embarrassment, confusion and disbelief. Looking away, he did a breath check, breathing onto his hand before taking a whiff of it. Then he turned back to me, glaring at me.

"No, it doesn't!"

Something tells me I should have used the chance when he was looking away to get away from him. Too late now...

"Actually, you just smell."

He paused then looked away again, sniffing himself if he really did. Then he turned back to me, glaring at me.

"No, I'm don't!"

Something tells me I should have used the chance when he was looking away to get away from him. Too late now... again.

"Yes, you do," I said. "You smell like fruit punch."

Raymond blinked. "No, I don't."

I stepped forward to him, having him take a step back in surprise. Then I lifted my cup of fruit punch over his head and dumped it all over his head. His jaw dropped as I did this, looking at me in disbelief. People around us backed away, not wanted to get splashed with the fruit punch. With a straight face, I shook the cup, trying to spill the last few contents of it until it really was empty. It may seem like a waste of fruit punch, but to me it was worth it.

"Now you do."

He looked down at himself, looked back at me, then back at himself. Then he began to redden, but not because of the fruit punch or in embarrassment.

"Naomi..." he growled.

Suddenly I stomped on his foot, making him yelp in pain. He began to hop on his other foot again like before. 

"Why the hell did you do that again?" He demanded.

"Stomping on one foot wasn't enough for that sorry." I told him. "Oh, and by the way, you're welcome."

Raymond paused from hopping, making him stupidly stand on one foot. "For what? Evening it out for me?"

"No, for stopping your drunk self from almost kissing me."

Before he can say or do anything, I took a small bow then took off running. I found myself running throughout the whole house now. Both to get away from Raymond who's either chasing me or still nursing his foot, and to find Parker. I've figured out a party is not my way of spending a Friday night. So I ran, and ran, and ran. Then paused when I found the fruit punch bowl and refilled, waved hey to the beer bong guys who were trying to us math to play, then ran some more. Bu then I found Parker, his back turned to me, it was dark but I knew it was Parker. I went up to him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around.

"Parker, I found you!"

Declan blinked. "Naomi? What are you doing here?"

I frowned. "You're not Parker."

"Yeah, I know that. And what are you going on about Park-"

"Sorry." I said before turning him back around.

Declan turned around, by himself this time, then grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Wait, Naomi, what-"

Hannah hooked her arms around Declan's neck. "What's wrong gummy bear?"

"Uh, nothing uh..." He paused, looking at the ground to think. "Damn, what's another name? Oh right, dumpling! Did I already use that? Whatever, who cares." He looked back at Hannah and smiled. "Nothing dumpling, I was just-"

I managed to slip my wrist out of Declan's hand. "I'm just going to go now..."

"Hey!" Declan said, snapping his attention back to me. "No, you don't, you-"

"C'mon, Declan, let's dance!" Hannah whined.

"But-"

"Dance!"

"Okay, geez!"

I was finally beginning to give up looking for Parker. It's like finding a needle in a haystack. Only it's finding a sober guy in a party full of drunks- If Parker isn't drunk by now. And besides being lost in a party, I have another problem.

I gotta use the bathroom.

Surprise, surprise, a surprise chapter. For that Raymond scene I made. The first part is for you Rayomi fans... the end if for those who aren't. I decided to cut the chapter in half, it was too long. Ha, that sounded wrong. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter everyone. The next chapter will be for any Parkomi fans over there. (Wink) And I actually ended this chapter with a bit of a cliffhanger. Here's some questions for you guys:

Will this night go down the toilet?

Will Parker tell Naomi, "Urine trouble"?

Will he be pissed of by Naomi?

Okay, they were more of jokes instead of questions.

And this chapter is dedicated to my best friend, Shamu! I love you, I miss you, why do you have to go Bravo! I hate you for that but I still love you. I hope you enjoy this chapter Shaba-Laba-Ding-Dong.

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