Sierras outfit^^
song of the chapter Talking Body by Tove Lo

As soon as I walked into the house all I could smell was alcohol, drugs and the raging hormones of all teenagers in within the premises.

I walk around the living room with my drinks in hand looking for Montana and Kayla, just as I'm about to turn the corner, I run into someone's hard, toned chest. I look up to see Bryce. He's wearing a black T-Shirt that's tight and defines his muscles, with beige khakis and all black vans.

I just huff and walk around him to go find the girls.

"Sierra!" I turn around to see Montana and Kayla walking towards me.

"Hey, I got you guys some drinks." I pass them each a bottle, which leaves me with three more.

"Thanks girl."

"No problem, you girls look good tonight!" I say.

Kayla was wearing a blue tight dress that goes mid thigh, and Montana was wearing a similar dress but red in color.

"You girls wanna go dance?" I'm already walking to the dance floor so it wasn't really a question, I look behind me to see them following.

Once we reach the dance floor, the song "Talking Body" by Tove Lo starts playing, the girls and I start drinking and dancing.

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We've been dancing for an hour and to say I'm drunk is an understatement, I drank 2 full bottles of alcohol, and these aren't small bottles either.

The girls are trashed as well, and they had less then me. Tonight has been a good night.

I pull out my phone to see that it's only 12:30, I'll probably leave around 2:30 ish.

As I'm walking up to the bathroom I run into someone and fall on my ass. I look up to see Bryce, how many times do I have to run into him in one night?

"Are you okay?" Bryce asks reaching his hand down to help me up, I can tell just by how he's talking that he's had a lot to drink as well.

"Yeah I'm fine" I reply while using his hand to stand up.

"You look good tonight by the way." He says to my shock.

Is Bryce okay? This is the same Bryce that I despise and he's not too fond of me either.

"Thanks?" I reply, uncertainty lacing my response.

"What, can't take a compliment?"

"Wow, Bryce Adams actually complimenting a girl? Never thought I'd see the day" I smirk.

He just smirks back, what are you up to Bryce Adams?

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Bryce and I are sitting downstairs on one of the couches talking and drinking, I think someone should cut me off right now. I don't even know what I'm doing, or what I'm capable of right now.

"You really do look good tonight though." I just look at him weird, I think someone should cut him off. He's not in the right mind.

The both of us are just staring at each other waiting for something to happen.

Bam.

I feel Bryce's lips smash onto mine and instantly I kiss back, this isn't a slow kiss either, it was hungry, I then began to straddle him not breaking the kiss or caring that there are hundreds of people around us, my hands in his hair, his hands on my lower back.

He broke the kiss and just stared at me.

I got off his lap and stood up, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs, now believe me, if I was sober I would not be doing this with Bryce, but I can't even remember where I live, what do you expect.

Once we found an open room with no one in it, we walked in, he went to the bed and I locked the door, as soon as I heard the click of the door I walked over to the bed and sat beside Bryce staring at him as he stared at me, not even a second later, his lips found their way back to mine.

My hands tangled in his messy brown hair, his hands on the back of my thighs while I straddle him yet again. I can feel him grab onto the zipper at the back of my dress and start unzipping it, once the zipper is all the way down I break the kiss to pull it off my body, left in my bra, underwear and heels, I reattach my lips to his.

I run my hands along the bottom of his shirt and slowly pull it up his torso and over his head, then he stands us both up from the bed so I can start undoing his pants. Once I get his belt undone I slide his pants down, so he's left in his boxers.

We begin kissing as he guides me backwards onto the bed, I fall onto my back on the bed with him above me and he breaks the kiss and takes off my heels.

When he comes back up, he attacks me with his lips and takes off the rest of my clothing as well as his and we are both just staring at each other, until he smirks at me.

--- Morning ---

I open my eyes to be blinded by the sun, so I pull the covers over my head and snuggle into the pillows, my head hurts so bad, what happened last night?

Memories coming flooding back into my head and all I remember is Bryce, kissing me, coming up to the room, and what went on up here.

I slowly pull the covers off my head to see if Bryce is still here, to my surprise, he's not, note the sarcasm.

Guess he still can't stay longer than 10 minutes.

I don't remember what happened after everything with Bryce. I don't even remember falling asleep. God, why did I have to drink so much! I just slept with someone I hate with a passion, what an ingenious idea.

I look around and soon realize I'm still naked in this random persons bed. I sit up quickly and so regret cause I have a horrible hangover, I get off the bed and look around for my clothes. Once I find everything I get dressed and once I'm dressed I grab my purse off the chair and grab my phone to check the time, 12:08pm, damn I slept in.

I didn't plan on going to school anyways, it's only Tuesday, we weren't doing anything important.

I made sure that my keys were in my purse, put on my heels, and walk down the stairs quietly incase people are still sleeping and walk out the front door. I grab my sunglasses out of my purse cause the sun is killing me.

Once I reach my car I put my purse on the passenger seat and put my phone in the cup holder and put my keys in the car, once I start the car I turn off the radio so it doesn't make my headache worse.

---At Home----

As I lay on my queen bed on my Mac book looking through Twitter at all the tweets about the party, I get a text from an unknown number.

Unknown:

last night was fun, let's do it again sometime. who should I tell first?