Regrets ; a.i

Regret 16: The Surprise Party - Part 2

REAGAN'S NOT FUCKING ASHTON BY THE WAY ASDFGHJKL WHY WOULD I EVEN DO THAT ! DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I'M THAT MEAN?????

Shem and Emma quickly dragged us up the stairs and once they pulled us into a room we found two people making out in the room which we all rolled our eyes too and they awkwardly got off the bed and left the room.

"What does this room have to do with Reagan?" I asked, so confused about what any of this had to do with Reagan and why everyone seemed so freaked out. The worst thing I could see her doing was stripping naked in front of everyone and getting them to stick money into her underwear. She's done that once before actually, though we swore never to ever talk about that again.

Emma quickly opened the window and nodded her head out the window. "She's on the fucking roof," she said and sounded really done with Reagan's shit.

My eyes widened as I understood exactly what she said because shit drunk Reagan on a roof does not sound that much fun.

Without thinking or listening to anyone my body went into self control and my legs moved underneath me and I quickly pushed myself out of the window and I climbed onto the roof. I had no control of what I was doing and I heard the girls voices from behind me but I ignored them completely as my veins ran with fear of what Reagan might do. She's done so many stupid things and I wouldn't let this lead into something she'd regret.

As soon as I was standing on the flat roof and had a perfect view of Reagan and some other girl on the roof screaming to other people - I assumed - I felt my heart race even more than it ever has. They both swayed with their arms in the air as I they stood right along the edge of the rood.

"Reagan!" I shouted not sure what to do.

She quickly spun on her heel, her blonde curls flew as she spun to face me and her lips pulled into a wide smile and she giggled as she did a small few jumps up and down. "Jen!" She squealed and waved me over.

I shook my head. "Reagan, let's get the fuck off this roof now," my tone was strict.

Her lips formed into a pout and she furrowed her eyebrows closer together. "Boo you suck, no way," she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Reagan, this isn't safe," I tried to reason with her but from my experience reasoning with any drunk person isn't that easy or fun.

"Jen," she giggled, "don't be a party pooper, come have fun!" She squealed and did a circle and I gasped as she almost lost her balance and fell off the roof. But she didn't seem to care she only giggled more and leaned onto the girl next to her.

I approached Reagan and I noticed the large crowd of people that were actually standing at the bottom cheering them on to do whatever they were doing.

"We're going to jump!" Reagan told me with excited eyes and my jaw just fell as I looked at her as if she was insane.

I shook her my head. "Hell no you are not," I spat, "you're going to fucking kill yourself." There was a possibility that she would just injure herself but being that drunk and jumping from two stories was typically not a smart idea at all and I don't know how that idea even got implanted into their heads.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Jen, we aren't going to die," she laughed, "we're going to jump onto the bouncer," she pointed to the kind of small bouncer placed quite a few feet away from the house. I had no idea how that got there or who paid for it but it was there and it did not look that easy to jump onto and be guaranteed safety.

I stared at her with a straight face. "No, neither of you are doing that," I pointed at both Reagan and the other girl I didn't know.

"Go away then," Reagan pushed my shoulders with a pretty good force so that I stumbled backwards and almost fell onto my butt. I groaned, and rolled my eyes. No way in hell was I going to let this happen even if I was the "party pooper". This was one of the most dangerous things I knew, and I didn't want anyone to get hurt, not enough to go to the hospital.