Monster Academy (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

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He frowned, “sorry.” He got up, lending me a hand. “Are you going in that?”

I looked down at my plain jeans and pink, pull over jumper. “W-well, I don’t have anything else.” I said.

“What about the singlet you wear to bed?” He suggested.

I thought about this. “It is the only c-c-clean thing I have right n-now. But it’s a bit…tight, d-don’t you think?”

He shrugged. “Not at all.”

I pouted, walking off to the bathroom with the singlet. I removed the baggy, pink pull over and looked in the mirror. The stupid bra was tight as. I think I needed the next size up, problem was, she didn’t have the next size up. I pulled the singlet on; it was white and was not see through (thank god).

I exited and looked at Charis, dressed in black jeans, a leather jacket and heavy eye liner. He had his hair sweeped to the side and had the whole emo/bad boy thing going, really suited him, to be honest.

“It’s just down the hall.” He said, beckoning me to follow him.

“I-i-i-i-is it a big thing?” I asked nervously.

He looked at the ceiling. “Not really, only two big dorms, that’s all.”

Up ahead, someone burst out of a door and walked up to us. “He smashed down James’ wall too! James helped of course, but…its even bigger now! We’re calling up all of the girls.” The guy said excited. He looked at me. “You’re bringing a girl?” He gave him the ‘nice-one’ look.

“She’s my roommate you know?” Charis said proudly.

I hid my face with my side fringe.

“Wow…nice.” Said the guy, I think his name was Sam… “Well, hurry up! I was just about to go get Rob!”

Charis looked at me as we went up to the door, “ready?” He asked, unsure.

I nodded. What else was I supposed to do?

The music coursed through my body, making my heart beat along to it. The place was as big as the math classroom!

It was full of boys and some girls and chairs…which were occupied by people…making out. There were few lights on, there for making the mini strobe light and coloured lights brighter. A small spin top (DJ) sat in the far corner, Adam there, spinning the sets.

Across the room, there was a table, full of drinks, and next to it, was people doing shots.

Three doors stood, showing where the walls used to be. They were obviously the bathroom doors.

“Let’s go do shots!” Charis said, over the loud music.

I nodded; I’d never tasted alcohol before. First time for everything, I guess.

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“Skull! Skull! Skull! skull! Skull! Skull!” They all chorused.

I laughed, downing my…14th shot…I think…

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“Strip, strip, strip, strip, strip!”

“Take it off!” Yelled a boy.

I shook my head, but they kept on yelling.

They left me no choice. I started to pull my shirt up, but then someone pulled me from the table and threw me over their shoulder.

“Put me down!” I yelled at the person, struggling against their hold. “Let go!”

“If I do that, you’ll drop, now won’t you?” Said a male. “You shouldn’t be getting that drunk.”

“But I was having fun--.” I whined.

He chuckled. “You can have fun in a safer way. If you had striped, you would’ve gotten gang raped.”

The words registered somewhere in my mind. “That’s good, right?” I asked.

He laughed. “No, it’s bad. You’re lucky I was there.”

“But I want to go back.” I sighed.

“You don’t stutter when you’re drunk, hey?”

I gasped. “I’m drunk?”

“No shit, Sherlock.” He laughed, opening a door.

“I feel fine though.”

He put me down on something soft. A mattress I decided.

The man was Charis. And boy…did he look good.

“I feel sick.” I said.

He groaned. “Oh shit, come on.” He pulled me up and over to the bathroom.

Bending over the toilet, I threw up my guts, all the vodka and everything. It hurt like hell.

After I had brushed my teeth and used mouth wash, it wasn’t so bad.

“Here,” He handed me a circle thing. “It’s a mint, open wide.”

He plunked it in my mouth. “Thank you, I’m so sorry for being a burden.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let you strip for them. A friend saves a friend, correct?”

I nodded.

“Come on, into bed, get changed.” He said, turning around.

I took off my jeans and replaced them with boxers. Taking my shirt off was a pain though. “Um…Charis…I’m…um…stuck?” I said.

He pulled it over my head. I patted down my hair, looking at him. He looked at me with some…emotion; I was too wasted to detect it. I looked down, and then covered myself, “hey!” I said.

“Sorry.” He said. “Make sure you go to bed, I’ll be back in half an hour myself.”

But I was already asleep.