CHASTITY (Discontinued)

Euphoria

Thank you for taking time to read my story.

Song of the chapter: 7/11 by Beyonce

Warning: Sexual Content (a bit)

Chapter 5: Euphoria

Jake

It was the night of the party, and I was helping Ariana decorate. When she asked me to help, I jumped at the opportunity so we could become closer. I'd have to admit, upping my social has been the best thing that has happened. Usually I prefer being alone and playing video games, but human interaction can be pretty nice too.

"You're really quiet," Ariana noted as she filled bowls with a variety of snacks. "You got something on your mind?"

"Umm. Just that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now," I responded with a charming smile. Just then, Stacy and Tyrel walk in through the patio door with bags filled with beer and miscellaneous bottles of alcohol.

"Who's ready to get shit faced tonight!" Stacy shouted waving around a bottle of tequila.

"Isn't this illegal?" I asked nervously. I didn't want to run the risk of being a nerdy goody two-shoes. But, honestly, I don't think rebel life is for me.

"Oh c'mon Jake. You can't have a teen party without alcohol. Do you not watch movies?" she said handing out cans of beer to Tyrel, Ariana, and I. "To getting turnt tonight!"

"To getting turnt," we all said before taking a sip. I may have pretended to drink it because as soon as the foul liquid touched my tongue, I decided this was the grossest drink I have ever tasted.

It didn't take long for the party get into full swing. Loud music was blasting from every direction with heavy bass that shook the floor. Everyone was either drinking, dancing (or should I say dry-humping), or a combination of the two. All of a sudden, Kyle throws his large, muscular arm around me, and he hands a drink towards my face.

"Here, have a drink," he drunkenly slurs. He looked like he was about to topple over.

"No, thank you. I'm good," I assured him, respectfully declining his invitation to get drunk.

"You're not a party type huh," he said with a crooked grin. "C'mon, live a little. Trust me you do not want to remember anything that happens tonight."

He had a point there, if it was even possible for this party to get anymore raunchy. The air was so hot and damp, I could almost taste people's sweat. I took the cup out of his hand and drank all of the substance inside. I cringed as the strong liquid burned its way down my throat. Did I just consume acid? It didn't even taste good.

"What was that?" I choked out with the bitter taste still lingering.

"Vodka," he said loudly to compensate for the music being played. "Do you like it?"

"No not at all," I tried to shout, still recovering from the acid attack. Ariana walked up to us sporting a determined grin with a cup in her hand, no doubt filled with some type of alcohol. She was wearing a sparkling dress that fit her remarkably well.

"Hey Ari," Kyle greeted with a wide smile. He had some pretty white teeth. No wonder he smiles a lot.

"What are you guys up to?" she asked, taking a sip from her cup.

"I'm just popping Jake's alcoholic cherry," he said.

"He basically singed my tonsils," I added. Ariana playfully slapped his arm.

"What did you give him?" she asked trying to sound concerned. She was too drunk for that.

"Just some vodka," he said like it was no big deal.