In Too Deep [BXB]

VIII

Dan

"Pour me another one."

Music blasted through the speakers in the living room, the bass pulsing through house. The lighting was dim, vapour clouded the room. The scent of sweet smelling nicotine products pervaded the air.

After winning our first match of the season, a house party was absolutely mandatory. In all honesty we would've thrown the party even if we lost, but any excuse to get drunk at someone's house was one to be taken. Empty cans and plastic cups littered the floor. I wasn't in the right state of mind to try and remember who's house I was in. But I pitied whoever's parents' house we were trashing.

My vision was starting to blur and head beginning to spin. I couldn't focus on anything, nothing other than the bottle of vodka in Callum's hand.

"Don't you think you've had enough."

I grabbed it from his hand, pouring the drink into a shot glass.

Callum frowned at me, taking the bottle back once I'd finished pouring the shot.

"You hardly ever drink this much."

I brought the cup to my lips. It's scent met my nostrils first, causing me to frown at the sour stench. I stomached it though, pouring it straight into my mouth. In the heat of the room it tasted warm. I coughed, my throat was burning.

"I'm gonna sleep with Hayley tonight."

"Oh." Was all he replied with.

I stared at my empty shot glass, Callum's grip around the bottle tightened.

"I though you didn't like her." I placed the cup on back onto the drinks' table. He was still frowning.

I thought this was what he wanted, I thought this was what everyone wanted for me. To get with some pretty girl.

"What happened to the other girl?" The blond asked.

I shrugged. It was what I was going to do. I was going to sleep with a girl, and then brag about to him the next day, like all the other boys at school did. I turned around.

"I'll shag whoever I run into first."

I was already amidst the mass of people, when he called after me.

"Dan!"

It was too late to turn back. I made my way through the rubble of people. My eyes darted across the room, teenagers rushed in and out of the crowded room. I recognised some of their faces, the rest were unfamiliar.

They danced and yelled to the music which boomed out of the speakers, unbothered by the fact that I was shoving past them. The smell of sweat, beer and weed pierced my senses.

I found her in the kitchen, where the crowd of people was noticeably more sparse. The yelling of voices was reduced to a comfortable hum, the vibrations of music still felt through the walls. People poured each other drinks, leaned back on the counters of the kitchen to converse with each other.

Hayley was doing exactly that, she was sat on top of the kitchen island, tanned legs swung over the edge.

Hayley wasn't the centre of the group of girls who chattered away happily, but rather she sat at the end. She was looking down at the ground, beer bottle clutched loosely in her hand.

I made my way towards her, clearing my throat, the sound of which caused her to look up.

It was too early in the evening for anyone to be wasted, but I watched as a tipsy blonde, I somewhat recognised from school stumbled into the room, discarding her empty bottle for the kitchen sink. She grabbed another bottle before wobbling back over to her friends.