A Piece of Me

4

Elizabeth's pov

Colby offered to go with me to get more alcohol, as if he could see me eyeing everyone else's drinks as they sat in their hands or on the floor by their feet.

"Let me show you the good stuff," He said, leading the way as we walked back into the kitchen.

It was a lot more crowded than I remembered, so I grabbed onto Colby's forearm so I wouldn't lose him in the mess of people.

Instead of opening one of the many coolers or dipping into the boxes on the counter, he opened the fridge and grabbed about five white claws, what looked like different flavors but I couldn't tell for sure.

I thought we'd be going back to the garage, but instead he took me up the stairs, handing me two of the drinks once he had room to turn around and do so.

Colby led me down the hallway to what I could guess was his room, "Brennen, out," He said to the guy making out with some chick on the bed.

"Sorry brother," Brennen said as he pulled away from the girl with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Remind me to change the sheets in the morning," He muttered to me once the giggly pair left the room.

I won't be here in the morning, a voice in my head whispered.

That part made me sad, but hopeful at the same time.

If he thought I'd be here in the morning, then maybe I will be.

But what would happen tonight that would make me stay until tomorrow?

We sat on the side of his bed, and I watched as he opened one of his own drinks and drank it like it was water.

"Have you ever had a White Claw?" He said, and based on my blank expression, he took that as a no, "Alright, well, you'll love them,"

He popped the tab on one for me as I set the other on the floor.

The taste was almost like beer, but if beer could be gay.

It left a burn, which almost tasted like piss if piss could taste good.

"You like it?" He asked with a smile, causing me to nod. "Usually people don't like the spicy pineapple flavor,"

"Really?" I asked, looking at the front of the can.

"Yeah," He shrugged, "So, do you live around here?"

"I do, actually. Can I tell you a secret?" He seemed fairly interested, and my giggle gave it away as I took another gulp of the White Claw.

"Stas and I don't know anyone here. We snuck in," I was surprised he wasn't angry, but still had the same expression on his face.

"How did you manage to do that? There's literally a security guard who monitors who gets in," He already finished one of the cans, crushing it against his leg and tossing it onto the floor.

"I live behind you," I pointed in the direction of where I thought my house was. "We hopped the fence and ran into Jake and Gabby,"

"Oh my god, that's you?" He asked as I nodded, "I'm so sorry about all the shit that's we've put in your yard,"

I knew he didn't mean the apology, but he tried his best to be sincere.

"Don't worry about it," I was determined to finisht the rest of this White Claw, and the other.

I was practically taking a sip in between every single sentece I said.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" I thought it was funny that he assumed I had a boyfriend.

"No. Nobody wants this," I motioned to my body, sitting criss cross on his bed.

"I-" He stopped himself from talking, and just turned to a laugh instead.

"What? It's true. I don't get out enough," I sighed, throwing my head back as I finished off the second White Claw.

"Do you have any more of these?" I asked, wiggling the empty can.

He hopped off the bed, nodding as he walked to the mini fridge in the corner of his room.

"Here, try Cherry," He said, grabbing one for each of us.

Instead of sitting down, he walked up to me and stood in front of me while he opened it.

Colby was close enough that I could smell his cologne. Definitely Axe.

Cheap ass.

Unlike the pineapple one, this one actually tasted like a Cherry.

I could see why people didn't like the pineapple one.

Cherry versus pineapple, Pineapple tasted like sweet piss while Cherry tasted like proper alcohol.

I loved everything about it.

I propped the can up on my leg, looking up to see Colby still standing in front of me.

I felt creeped out at first, then nervous, then something a little more.

He squinted his eyes, as if asking an unspoken question. My nod, ever so subtle, was met with a smile from the both of us.

I suddenly realized that what we were about to do was not on my agenda for the night.

At least I don't think it was.

I can't remember.

All I know is that the next half hour or so, I lost track of time, was the best time I've had in a while.

Did I care that Colby spilled my drink all over the both of us when he leaned onto the bed? A little, honestly.

Did I care that Stas was downstairs, probably waiting for me to show up so we could sneak back over the fence? A little.

Did I care that I didn't know what this meant, besides a little hookup? A little.

Did I care that Colby probably wouldn't want anything to do with me in about eight hours when the sun came back up? A little.

But sometimes, a little is a lot when it's all put together.