Perfect (Book 1)

Embarrassment

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I'm glad you guys are liking this story so far. I surely am as well. It's kind of fun, in my opinion. Enjoy...or don't, you decide.

Chapter 3

I grabbed Kirstie's arm as we entered the large house filled with intoxicated teenagers. The music was too loud to hear anything else, and the lighting was minimal.

People were dancing, participating in sexual activities, laughing, screaming, playing in the pool, and just being downright obnoxious. I felt like a child walking through the mall with their mother for the first time. I'd never been to a party before, and I don't think I liked it so far.

Kirstie led us towards the food table, which I did like. Next to the snacks were several trays with a variety of shots and beers.

I scanned the drinks, looking for preferably a bottled water, "Where's the water?" I called over the loud music.

"Mitch, it's a party," Kirstie called back before grabbing a shot of a clear liquid and downing it.

I watched as she turned towards one of her friends who was also at the table. I eyed the various alcohols and pondered it for a moment.

I'd never drank before. One shot wouldn't hurt right?

Oh my god. A few hours without a schedule and I was already becoming an alcoholic.

I shook my head and turned to leave, but I stopped and turned back towards the alcohol. It was only 1. Plus, everyone was so fixated on me making mistakes. My parents couldn't get upset about this.

I grabbed a shot of clear liquid and took a deep breath. I tilted my head back and brought it up towards my mouth. Before I could drink it, a hand clamped over top of the shot and lowered it.

I looked forward at the owner of the hand and rolled my eyes. I just couldn't catch a break from Scott today.

"Excuse me," I snapped at him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, especially since it's probably your first time drinking," he commented before taking the shot and setting it back on the table.

"Who are you to dictate my alcohol intake," I challenged.

"Look around you, this house is filled with drunk, horny teenagers. You don't want to be drunk and vulnerable around them," he explained.

Of course. How could I be so stupid? I was losing my mind.

"Thanks," I muttered sheepishly before glancing around for Kirstie.

"Why do you do that?" Scott blurted out, narrowing his eyes at me as if he was studying me.

"Do what?" I retorted.

"You go from being confident and overbearing, to being silent and awkward in a few seconds," he informed me.

"I—I don't know," I replied awkwardly.

I was really wishing I had my schedule so I had an excuse to leave.

"You were perfectly fine with speaking your mind to me this morning, yet you couldn't even tell me that you wanted strawberry yogurt," he pointed out.

I backed up, uncomfortable with the close proximity. He nodded, "Don't worry, I can take a hint," he muttered before turning and leaving.

If he wasn't 800 feet tall, I wouldn't have been able to follow, but for whatever reason, my feet dragged me forward after him.

"Scott, wait!" I exclaimed as I followed him into the kitchen.

He turned towards me, furrowing his eyebrows, "What?" He inquired.