That's What She Said

The Dare

"Grow a brain, moron!" I yelled at the TV, stuffing my face in cheese puffs. Crumbs fell into my Pokemon T-shirt already stained with Nutella covered pretzels and a weird white substance I didn't really want to know about.

There was a muffled cry, not unlike that of a mewling pig, as my best friend/ partner in crime/ pretend to be lovers/ occasional body shot taker/ punching bag, shot up next to me blearily.

"W-what happened?" He breathed out. A cheerio popped from his mouth and he groaned as he fell back onto the ground. His dark hair, usually styled to a prim, stuck up wild as if he stuck his finger in a light.

"As you see clearly, I'm watching Sponge Bob," I said cheerfully, turning back to the screen. "And it's fucking stupid! I mean he could go all the way around, but nooo he had to--"

"Shhh..." Cameron struggled to place his finger on my mouth, accidentally poking up my nose.
"What time is it?" He asked, eyes bloodshot. His breath reeked like a porta potty took a dump on the side of the road in 110 degree weather and left it for three months. "My head is fucking killing me. And what is that... That smell?" He looked ready to throw up for the tenth time, but I quickly grabbed my water bottle and flung it at him.

"It's barely nine. That, my friend, is your ability to drink two kegs of beer while grinding on half of the school's population. Kudos to you." He missed my high five and I just patted his head instead. I quickly withdrew however.
"Why the hell is your hair sticky?"

Cameron squinted his eyes before they widened. "Don't ask."

Oh my god.

"You disgust me," I snarled. "Go! You owe me a clean up."

Cameron's face twisted in agony and he began to paw at my leg.
"What the--" I started, jumping away.

"Smelly, pleeeease," Cam moaned. "You don't understaaaaand the pain I'm in. Help me out... Pretty please?" He blinked a red, watery version of his famous doe eyes at me and I shrunk back. No, not the doe eyes. His damn eyes could sparkle his way out of anything.

"Fine," I sighed. "But let's hurry up before--" I pulled a weird face "--Meghan shows up."

Trash hosts the best parties--everyone knew that. Golds can have their little sippity sip sip of gourmet tea that came out of a rat's ass, but here.... Here, we had the real party.

I'm talking about--
"Pedicures on my toes, toes, trying all our clothes clothes, boys blowin up our phones pho--OW!" Cameron ducked another shoe. "You crazy bitch!" He shouted. "My jam is on!"

--beer and all kinds of alcohol. The best alcohol burn and make you feel like you were hit by a truck. I made Jell-O shots but those went down fast. Music, booming so loud we could feel it in our hearts with each dance and grind as hundreds of people filtered through.

And best yet, Liam Valence came today. Well, last night technically since I throw the biggest parties at night.

But he was there and he was single, free, gorgeous--and he was also my crush since the first grade when he gave me his paper airplane when some kid ripped mine up. Stupid kid. Remind me to stick an eraser up his ass again. He tried to tear that apart too.

A sharp pain stopped me and I grimaced, realizing I stepped on a broken beer bottle. "Great," I muttered. "Cam, pick this one up too!" I shouted, pointing. I grabbed a bandaid but that shit hurt. Cameron didn't acknowledge me, swung away in a dizzying array of circles, hangover instantly forgotten as the music played and he danced with the broom.

Wiping off the blood with a fallen comrade--cheeto bag-- I made my way to the kitchen to help clean when all of a sudden the doorbell rang.
Cameron stopped.
I stopped.
The music stopped.
    "Meghan," Cameron whispered. "Shit shit!" He hissed and furiously dove under a pile of red solo cups with a gold bag. Get it ha, cause trash is.... Okay never mind.