Candy Flip

Chapter Seven

A faint hum echoed in Lucy's ears. She felt grimy and dirty and she could feel her drenched hair clinging to her sweating face. She heard voices and the distant sound of club music. Her heart beat hard and her head spun three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Poor girl," said a female voice. "Doesn't look like she's used to much nightlife."

"What did she take?" said another female voice.

"She didn't take anything," Wyatt's voice replied. "She's just drunk."

"Well, shouldn't you take her home then?" The second female voice said.

Lucy desperately tried to open her eyes and attempt to stand up but she couldn't feel her lead-like body, let alone move it. She acknowledged that she was leaning against a hard structure on the messy floor outside but she still couldn't wrap her head around what happened.

"I'm waiting for her friend to take her," Wyatt said.

Lucy felt her stomach drop. Somehow, she felt like just minutes ago she was preparing for Wyatt to take her home, but it seemed like he had a change of plans. And then it hit her and the sickening taste of bile accumulated in Lucy's mouth once more. It was clear that Wyatt had no interest in her.

Suddenly the sound of shuffling footsteps moving towards her snapped her attention back into listening.

"What's going on?" A third voice said. Lucy recognized it as Emilia's.

"Uh, she's like practically passed out," Wyatt mumbled.

There was a pause and then a gasp and a shrill laugh.

"Oh my god," Emilia cried. Lucy felt a figure kneel down beside her, looming over her and then she felt the balmy touch of a hand on her cheek. "Lucy? Lucy wake up!" It was Emilia.

Lucy desperately tried to open her eyes and give a small jerk of her body but she still felt immobilized. Instead she managed a weak moan.

"Come on, let's get you home!" She felt her body being lifted up which only added to her dizzy head and upset stomach. She was pushed into another warm body and Lucy recognized the musky aftershave that overpowered her nostrils.

"Wyatt," she mumbled audibly. "Wyatt. W-Wyatt."

There was a pause and Lucy felt the muscles wrapped around her contract and there was an intake of breath.

"I think she wants you to take her, Wyatt," the first female voice said with a short laugh.

"No, don't go!" The second said. "You promised us those lines!"

"I had like six shots inside Wyatt," Emilia's voice said weakly. "I'm pretty damn drunk and I don't wanna have the responsibility of driving her. You're not as smashed as me."

"Fuck it," Wyatt muttered. "I'll take her. Right beside your house, right Em? What the fuck do I tell her aunt?"

There was a pause and then Emilia replied. "Just try get her to wake up and drink some water before she goes in."

There was another exchange of words that Lucy didn't catch and then she felt herself slowly being dragged away from the sound of club music and chattering drunk people.

"You know, a line of coke will help you straighten up," Wyatt said under his breath.

Lucy tried to open her mouth and talk but all she managed was a useless moan again.

"Fuck, you are absolutely wasted," Wyatt said with a flat laugh. "I guess it's 'cos you were cross hazed."

After what seemed like ages, Lucy felt herself come to a stop and she felt Wyatt fidgeting inside his pocket. There was a click and the sound of a car door opening.