We get to the party and park the car.
"So once I get drunk I might be all over the place."
"Okay, once I get drunk I might puke everywhere."
We both laugh then get out of the car, heading to the door I stop him.
"Who all is supposed to be here? There are a ton of cars here."
"Not many. Just our school and some people from other schools."
"No."
I turn around and try to walk back to the car but he grabs my arm and starts running to the door almost making me fall, luckily I catch myself and keep up with him. He pulls me inside the house and drags me through all the sweaty bodies grinding on each other to get to the kitchen.
"What would you like to try?"
"Something that will get me drunk?"
"That was a question but okay."
He starts looking at everything and ends up grabbing a cold drink out of the fridge and mixing it up with some other drinks then pours it into a red cup.
"Drink."
I take the cup and take a sip out of it.
"Oh that's-"
I start coughing.
"YES. That's what it was supposed do."
He gets his own drink then pats my back.
"I'm going to go wonder around."
"Uh huh. Have fun buddy."
He walks out of the kitchen and after a few seconds, he disappears in the already drunk, sweaty bodies.
I don't know how long it's been, maybe hour- Maybe an hour? Maybe a hour? I don't know. I finished my drink though, I've made a few more and I think I need to puke but I don't wanna. Puking is gross. I hate it.
Right now I'm dancing. Dancing is pretty fun. After dancing for like 10 minutes, I feel hands on my waist and an immediate burn where they are. Not a bad burn, in fact quite the opposite. A burn that makes me a little horny. Really feeling myself I lean back against them while still dancing. I hear whoever they are groan as I start moving against them faster and faster to keep up with the beat of the music.
After a little bit I start to notice some girls looking at us from a distance and they look quite mad.
"Why are they looking at me- at you- at us?"
I stop dancing as the hands grip a little tighter on my waist.
"Because they're jealous."
Wait. I recognize that voice. NO. NO NO NO. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Oh god it's Anakin for sure. I need to make up an excuse to get away, I feel a little light headed. Is that a good excuse?
"Pup you okay?"
"Mm, I need to puke."
I remove his hands from my waist then rush to the nearest bathroom I know of which is upstairs. I get in and don't even bother closing the door, all I can think about is making it into the toilet.
I collapse to the floor in front of the toilet and throw up the contents of my stomach.
After a little bit I know all of my stomach contents are in the toilet but I can't stop gagging.
"Pup?"
"Go." I gag a little, "Away."
I can't look at him but I can hear his footsteps come closer to me. I hear a cabinet open then the sink running. I feel a cold cloth on my neck.
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