Rebel Girl

19} Dazed And Confused

© Amber Kalkes 2015

 

Song: ”Where Is My Mind {Pixie's cover}"By Placebo

Chapter Nineteen: Dazed And Confused

 

It only takes fifteen minutes into the party to realize that I should have just stayed back at the apartment. House parties are the most insane thing I have ever witnessed and I’ve seen some crazy shit. People practically screwing in plain sight, girls getting in fights, guys getting in fights and the worse dancing I have ever witnessed. Okay, maybe the last part is hilarious but I could just watch that on YouTube in comfort of Lou’s room.

“Stop looking like your being tortured and relax.” Carla scolds as she picks a piece of lint off my shirt. “This is supposed to be fun.”

Sutton went to go chat with Kate as soon as we arrived and left me with Carla and Tommy. Tommy was gone soon after and then it was just me and Carla. I’ve been secretly clinging to the hope Carla doesn’t see someone she know or I’m screwed. I may go to school with these people but that doesn’t mean I want to have to talk to any of them.

“Yeah, Emmy.” Tommy says, reappearing suddenly, as he throws an arm over my shoulder, “Loosen up and just enjoy yourself.”

Considering he reeks of weed and rum I’m going to wild guess as to how he’s so loose. Under his arm is a pretty little brunette whose brown eyes look equally red and her dopey smile don’t make me doubt she’s just as fucked up as he is. She looks vaguely familiar but I can’t place her. Carla’s disgusted snort from behind me makes it clear that she knows who she is though.

“Really, Tom? A sophomore? How desperate are you?” She sneers.

Tommy arches on black eyebrow as he lifts a bottle of rum to his lips, “Why do you sound so jealous Carla? Something you want to get off your chest?”

“What are you talking about?” She snaps, “Get over yourself and get it through your head that not everything with a vagina wants you.”

“I’m not interested in what everything with a vagina wants. I care if you do. So don’t be a bitch and tell let me be or admit it.”

Carla’s nostrils flare as she narrows her eyes at him, “You don’t deserve an answer from me.”

My eyes widen and I move back as they continue to glare at each other. It’s an odd sort of affairs when two friends start fighting in front of you. Its almost like watching parents fight. There is no right side to pick and the end result is usually just as messy. Personally I’m not interested in getting in the middle of that mess waiting to happen.

“You’re in such fucking denial.” He laughs harshly before taking another swig from the bottle. “We fucked once Carla either get over it or don’t I’m past the point of caring anymore.”

Whoa! What the hell have I been missing?

Carla’s eyes begin to shine with tears as her glare softens with hurt, “Fuck you.”

Turning on a heel she stomps past us and towards the kitchen where the drinks are. Tommy’s eyes follow her and as soon as she’s out of sight I notice his own guilt come over his face. He seems to realize I’m still standing beside him because his eyes widen before he sighs heavily. Taking another long swig of the rum be hands it to me.

When I don’t take it right away he levels with me, “Take it before I drink the whole thing and become a fucking mess.”

Without anymore hesitation I take the bottle. We’re quite a minute and I notice that his sophomore has wandered off and it’s just us standing here. So I decide to just come out and say it.