Locker Room Judgement

Chapter 4

   Dustin's Party:

   It's 8 pm so I grabbed my keys and left for the party. I gave myself a half hour to find his house. I arrived at his place exactly at 8:30pm. So i'm on time for once, that's new. I park my car on the side of the road and stepped out, locking my vehicle.

The party was really busy just for a small gathering but I guess I should read between the lines. Dustin nevers says what he actually means. I shake my head and walked to the entrance. Should I knock or? I start to contemplate when Dustin opens the door and loudly greets me. I cringe because the loudness hurt my ears. He hugs me tight and welcomes me inside.

"I'm glad you came! Let me grab you a drink." He walks away leaving me in the crowd. I follow him to the kitchen. "Dustin, you said you a small group of friends?" He laughs it off while handing me a red cup with clear liquid inside. I smell it. This is definitely not water. 

"I really don't want alcohol. Sorry." I try to give him back the cup but he wouldn't take it.

"Come on, don't knock it until you try it. Plus you're here to have fun. Relax and let loose." I guess he's right. It is Friday and my parents are drinking anyways, it's not like they would know or care.

"Fine." I take a sip and Dustin tips my cup upward so I take more in. I scrunch up my nose and cough. That was disgusting. He laughs and makes me drink the whole thing. "Dude, I wish you could see you face right now. That's classic!" I scrunch my nose up in discuss.

"It taste like nail polish remover and smells like lighter fluid." He laughs but I didn't understand what was so funny. I decided to drink some punch they had at the drink table and it tasted really good and it was super fruity.

"Hey Michael, you should try a Long Island iced tea. You would enjoy it!" I look in his direction, I'm starting to open up a bit and my head feels a bit fuzzy but I'm feeling great. "Sure i'll try it. It's tea right?"

"Yes sir!" He excitedly made me one while I was watching people dance. "Here you go." I look at it. It just looks like iced tea, at least it's not alcohol. I drank some and it was good. I had a second one also. "Ok Mike, now I dare you to go walk to the bathroom."

"But why?" He grin evilly. "Just try it." Without further question I do what he asked and right when I stood up and tried to walk, I fell to the ground. Dustin claps his hands "Ha! Damn, the Long Island iced tea is a legend!" 

He was recording me. I feel strangely buzzed right now. I'm not sure if I like it or not but I can't think to care. After a hour or so I came to the conclusion that I am drunk. I started to feel bored and lonely because Dustin is out dancing with some girls so I just kept drinking. I'm so out of it. How am I gonna get home now? It's 2am and I'm wasted.

I try to text Ryan but it keeps coming up as gibberish and I'm getting frustrated because I can't hit send. So I just call him.

He picks up at the second ring and he sounds groggy, he was probably sleeping. "Hello?"

I laugh because his voice sounds so deep right now. "Reginald! How is you?" It was silent for a moment so I kept talking. the liquor in my veins is making me feel oddly confident. "You really asleep right now, what are you f-ing two?" I giggle. 

"Michael are you drunk?" I frown he's no fun. "Oh wait I'm sorry, did I disturb you while you're trying to fuck my sister?"

"Michael Fuka what the hell!?" I feel mad at him for some reason I can't remember, my minds fuzzy. "Yeah yeah that's my name you sound like my fucking dad. " I roll my eyes.

"Are you at a party? Michael it sounds really loud. Where are you, do you want me to come get you?"

"I don't know, you tell me." I sass him. "Who are you with? Is Rachelle there?" I laugh in pity because of course he would ask about her.

"No. I'm out on my own." I start to get up and walk outside. "Hey Mike, come dance with us!"

"-Wait is that Dustin >....< Why the hell are you out with Dustin?" Ryan sounds mad but I can't take emotional cues because of being intoxicated.

"Uh yeah, I'm having fun Rye." He sighs. "Michael please wait outside, I'm on my way."

"No! I want to dance-" 

"Michael you better not! Stay away from him, he's ba-" I hung up. He sounds mean and I want to dance so that's what I did. I got in the crowd and Dustin pushed me into this goth girl. She turns to me and smiles. I start to flirt with her and she laughs. "Awe you're adorable!" We start to dance and she bring me close and she looks really pretty in her black dress. 

I placed my hands around her and she moans at the feeling which was interesting. "What's your name beautiful." I look at her and she blushes looking down. "I'm Roxy."

"I'm Michael." I barely got my name out before she brought her lips to mine. She tasted sweet and a bit foreign. I can taste the liquor but I don't care. This feels so good and I don't want to stop until it did because I was then yanked away by someone holding my wrist.

"H-Hey, let go!" I try to pry the hand off my wrist and start to struggle. "Michael chill, it's just me." I look and it's Ryan and I instantly stop because I feel safe. "Come on, let's go home." Home? Where's that supposed to be? Because where I live is definitely not a home to me.

I don't want to go back there. I'll be in that big house all by myself. I hate being alone, it makes me sad. I start to shake my head no and I step away from him. "I-I don't have a home Ryan."

He looks at me with concern and I must look really vulnerable right now and I hate the pity. "Trust me, I'll take you somewhere safe, please come with me Mikey." He sounds upset like he's gonna cry. Until I realize that I'm already crying. 

Stop crying stupid, gosh you look ridiculous! I tell myself. 

I let him pull me out of the party and he helps me into his truck. He gets in and looks at me to see if I'm ok. I turn away from him because I don't want him to see me like this, I'm to embarrassed. I faced the window the whole ride.