The New Me

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“Oooookay, I think that is enough for you tonight, there’s no telling how much you had before I got here, and I think you have had enough from what I have seen.” Veronica says, her voice sounding far away and she gently takes the party cup away from my hands.

“I did have that much before you got here, I can keep going.” I slur, my voice booming around in my brain and I flinch slightly.

      The music booms around me, the beat vibrating the bar under my arms. My vision is blurring around the edges and sways around me slightly. The boy that has been giving me cup after cup grins at me and I find myself grinning goofily back.

      “You had more than enough before she got here Jen. I think its time you called it a night.” He tells me and I smile, shaking my head, regretting it when the world shifts around me and begins to spin. I grab my head with both my hands on either side of my head, closing my eyes. Someone grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the bar and I open my eyes again.

      Veronica leads me through the people who dance in the middle of the living room and I laugh at some of their moves, slurring rude remarks, some without meaning to but somewhat I am glad that I have the excuse of being drunk. They laugh with me but continue dancing, brushing off my remarks.

      “Where are we going? Going to do something crazy?!” I yell to her, throwing my hands into the air, making her laugh breathlessly beside me.

      “The only crazy thing you maybe doing at eleven thirty is going to be going to bed.” She laughs and I shake my head, pulling my arm out of her grasp.

      “I’m not going home.” I tell her and I watch as she sighs, the only thing telling me this is the look on her face and the large intake of breath she takes.

      “Come on Jennifer, you are too drunk to do anything.” She says loudly, trying her best to be heard over the loud music that seems to be getting louder to be. Her words though sound as if she is standing all the way across the room, she sounds so far away. “I’m just trying to help.” She adds.

      “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help.” I snap, pushing past her as I stumble through the crowd. I have just made it to the front door when I lose my footing and begin to fall, my arms flying out in front of me to catch my fall but an arm wraps around my upper arm and holds me up. I look up, about to slur some kind of thank you when I find myself looking into the last pair of blue eyes I wanted to see.

      I pull my arm away clumsily, his eye that wasn’t swollen looking into mine, hurt flashing across his facial expression. I turn away from him and towards the door, finding his hand falling onto my arm again and turning me to him.

      “Jen..” he begins but stops, looking into my eyes, his eyebrows pulling down. “Are you drunk?”

      I feel a sly smile spread out across my lips and I look into his eye, he doesn’t smile back, in fact his once slacked jaw becomes clenched and something flashes across his face but everything is too fuzzy for me to identify it.