Gonna Get 'Cha!

Chapter Four: "Feeling like a Wallflower"

'Meet at Sticky Situation to freshen up?'

Taylor was groveling with the receptionist about a schedule she was to announce when I skimmed over Logan's text and scanned the room for that one particular group. It had been five times that I walked back and forth near the front office area, the security guard had already stared me down and gotten a good look of me, that if I did it one more time, they'd probably throw me into one of those interrogation rooms. Not that the school even had one, anyway.

Jake came in front of me like a ghost, startling me, then dragging me away to walk past the open basketball court, all the way to the entrance gate. The spot with a bunch of sticky notes scattered and glued along the bars, right behind the bushes, engulfing them over the shade of the sun and away from eavesdroppers.

"Girl, what took you so long?"

Logan was popping open a bottle of alcoholic drink and pouring everyone a glass, glasses that he suddenly had out of nowhere, then toasted in the air. Clambering over him as I took a seat next to Nellie, which was as spacious as it got. "I didn't even know this was a common hang-out place."

Brook wrote something down on her thigh and sticking it amongst the mountain of sticky notes piled up to her left. She clicked her tongue, her brows lifted. "You didn't know this place? That's a first. I've actually never met anyone who goes to this school and have no recollection of this place." She blurted out.

Logan looked me up and down, gulping the drink down. "If you don't know this place, how are you alive all this time?" He stated matter-of-factly, his brows perked up on one side as he stared at the sticky note written by Brook.

Shrugging off, I twirled around my cup which had fewer content of liquid inside, then stared at Nellie who was opening the cover of a Tupperware, rolling off a joint. "My friends talked about it, I guess, but we never really came up here." I clarified.

Nellie exhaled a cloud of puffs into the air, but it was more like Logan's face, which made him scrunch his forehead in disgust and scowled. "That's strange," she murmured, in such a low register that her voice almost came out softly angelic yet very sultry. "I haven't seen you taken a sip."

Everyone's eyes suddenly closed in on me, Logan stare at the cup I held in hand, he was pouring less than everyone else for me earlier as no sign of lipstick shade leave its stain around the rim. "I'm a lightweight, and we're at school, I think everyone would easily notice if I drink." I confessed.

"Oh come on." Brook took offense and snatched the cup out of my grasp, narrowing her eyes at the content and held it out in display for the rest. "There's barely any in it that you probably won't even feel a thing. The whole idea of hiding out at this place is you have to drink. It's a rite of passage." She pointed out.

"Yeah." Jake countered, the drink was passed back in my direction. Brook's batting eyelashes pleaded with me, as she made a pouty face and blew an air kiss at me. "Just do it. One sip." He added.

Brook chimed in. "One little sip." She emphasized, staggering on every word.

With the pressures hitting at me like towering Legos, this must have been the kind of peer pressure that parents worried me about. The adrenaline rushed through me as my hand slowly reached out for the cup, biting my lower lip before I let the sting of alcohol flow through my throat. Emptying the red cup in one gulp.

Everyone cheered me on in unison. Nellie slapped me on my back, her cheeks beamed. "Yes, that's the spirit. Welcome to the club." She exclaimed and took another shot. Her eyes peered through the bushes, then she swiped some of the grass out of the way to get a clear shot of the basketball court outside. "Diadre's out there. God, he's hot." She complemented in awe, heaving out a sigh as she went.