Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 10- Juan

Fuckin Hell. I'm so drunk, I need a place to crash. Don't matter who's house it is. The door just opened, and a girl who looks just about as stunned as I am was looking right at me.

"Juan?!" the girl says. "How the hell do you know where I live?"

I don't even know that answer. I guess insticts maybe? Dios mio. My head is throbbing.

"Can I l-lay do-own?" I ask.

Holy shit, did I just stutter! Well of course... I'm drunk.  If I go back to the house , mi'ama would kill me.

"I mean... I wan' lay d-downnn" I continued, my words slurred.

"What?" she asked me, confused.

I look at her and then I pass out.

"MOM!" she yelled.

"Yes, Paige?" her mom comes jogging in.

"Oh my god, who is this? He's drunk!" Paige picks me up.

"His name is Juan, he goes to my school, and dad knows him" Paige says to her mother.

"Put him on the guest room bed. Let him sleep. He'll be fine in the morning, but with a headache." her mom says.

Paige nods and then brings me upstairs. I'm not fully passed out, because the queasy feeling of wanting to throw up for some reason is keeping me awake. As I feel my body touch a soft mattress I don't feel queasy anymore, just restless and a mess because I've been drinking for hours, with the thought of paige still taunting me remains. I can sense someone looking at me.

I open my eyes to find eyes of chocolate brown gazing down at me.

"Are you okay?" she asks me, seeming worried.

"Thanks for l-letting me rest here. A-and yeah, no big deal."  I say.

I'm a wreck, it's no big deal. I start to feel queasy again, because she's here next to me. The thought of what's under that big shirt of hers is making me wonder.

"T-take off y-yer shirt" I slurred, not realizing what I said.

She looks kind of mad.

"You're such a perv!" she says to me as she turns around so she's not facing me. "And don't think you're getting any sympathy from me. You're drunk! If you do drugs too... I don't think I'll ever talk to you again." 

I smirked at her.

"Yeah you will" I say, as I wink at her. "They always do."

She let out a laugh.

"I doubt that." she says.

I wanna hear her laugh again, to be honest. So, I don't feel so nauseous.

"It's t-true, girls like it." I say, hoping I can make her laugh again.

This time, she laughs louder.

"You're a dumbass, you know that right? You think you're so tough and cool and you expect too much of people." she says.

I wanna go home. I don't wanna feel like I'm getting close to her. I can't get close to her. Fuck that.

"You really do know me don't you? I fuck around. I do drugs. I drink. I am loco, si chica, I totally am a dumbass, you're right. I'm a fucking prick, and a screw up. Is this what you'd like to hear" I say.

I hope I pushed her away enough.