The Pact

Chapter Three: This shit is bigger than Flynn's forehead

"I may just kill him." I said, taking a chug of my beer as I examined my house. "This is the entire God damn student body!" I hissed.

Madison giggled as she hiccupped. "This shit is bigger than Flynn's forehead." She giggled again, gently slapping Flynn's cheek.

"What the f.uck? My forehead isn't even that big?"

"Oh yes it is, brother. You should really be used to this by now." Paxton said, placing a bottle of tequila in front of us on my kitchen island. He's been carrying the bottle since the house started getting packed. "I say we celebrate."

"What are we celebrating?" Madison asked.

He thought for a moment before continuing. "Good health, good f.ucks, and success." He said as he filled our cups.

"Amen!" Flynn said, holding his cup in the air.

"Cheers," I said joining up. "To a good future beyond high school."

We all clinked cups and I swallowed the tequila, scrunching up my face at the familiar burn.

"You need to relax. The bigger the party, the better it is." Paxton said, slinging his arm around my neck.

I knew he was starting to get drunk. "Why don't you slow it down?"

"We gotta live, baby!" He shouted, taking a swig from his bottle. I shook my head and untangled myself from his arm. "Where you going?"

"To get some fresh air." I called over my shoulder.

I stepped out into my backyard and went to a small secluded spot, far away from the crowd of drunken idiots. I let out a deep breath and leaned back on my hands.

"Chels?"

I opened my eyes and saw Dean standing over me. I forced a smile and patted the spot next to me.

"Hi." I said once he was sitting next to me.

"What are you doing over here?"

"I just needed some space."

"Not having fun?"

"It's just one of those days."

We sat in silence and I rested my head on Dean's shoulder. He carefully lifted my chin up with his index finger and brought my face closer to his.

I closed my eyes and sighed before opening them again. "What are you doing?"

"I thought you would want this?" He asked confused, cocking his head to the side.

I looked at him and shook my head. "I don't know what I want to be honest." I shrugged, leaning back.

His eyes studied my face for a few seconds. I didn't get why Paxton called him a douche. He honestly wasn't that bad. Plus he was hot. Why did I pull away from kissing him?

"Chelsea?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and shifted my attention back to him. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

I pursed my lips. "I think I will be if I have another drink in my system."

"I think I can help with that. What do you want?"

"Can you find me some vodka and sprite?"

"Sure thing. And if not?"

I turned around and saw people huddled around the jungle juice.

I pointed a manicured nail in the direction of the crowd and he grinned and nodded his head. "Go big or go home."

"Ding ding ding."