Scully
Your love is like a roller coaster, baby, I wanna ride... The music was starting to give me a headache. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy Red Hot Chili Peppers as much as the next person, but after downing beer after beer...it gets a little too much. Not to mention the fact that this was one of the biggest house parties this kid has ever thrown. "Charles Scully...it's been too long..." Michelle Traeger threw her arms around my neck as she stumbled into me. Her gaggle of gal pals surrounding us. "Michelle."
"I was just telling my friends about that crazy night we spent together...and how I didn't hear from you again!" I groaned aloud. "Michelle, how many times do I have to tell you? Nothing happened. You kissed me, I said no thanks, and then you puked on my lap which was the straw that broke the camel's back, forcing me to leave." She and her friends laughed. I heard loud cheering coming from the kitchen. I peeked around Michelle's head to attempt to look in the room. Oh, fuck. "Excuse me ladies..." I pushed Michelle off of me, but if anyone asks, she fell to the floor on her own.
I entered the kitchen to find Elizabeth Warren dancing on the table. She was wearing tight skinny jeans, a slight cut-off tank top, and her white Creepers. Her hair was curled and her makeup was dark. She looks so beautiful. I had never seen her look so free. Too bad it was under these circumstances...that being completely wasted. Everyone was cheering and laughing and cat-calling. "She is so drunk..." I heard the guys next to me laughing. Looking around, I noticed many people videotaping it on their cell phones. I caught Jillian trying to get her down from off the table. Some guys pushed her away, back towards me. I grabbed her shoulders, "Jill! What is she doing here? I told you this was a bad idea."
"Oh, crap! You scared me! I thought she would have fun!" She groaned, "I'm such a bad friend. Look around, everyone is making fun of her. This is exactly what you said would happen..." She looked like she was about to cry. "Jill, don't cry. Stop. Just go have fun, I'll take her home."
"No offense, but you're the reason why I had her do this." She grabbed my arm stopping me. "What do you mean?"
"You making those comments to her earlier. This was supposed to be a way to get back at you..." OH GREAT. "Just go! It'll be fine. She'll be fine. I'll be fine." I hope. I pushed through the growing crowd. Warren caught sight of me, "Scully! Hey! Come dance with me!" She stuck out her arm for me to grab. "No, no. Elizabeth, come on, time to go."
Everyone started booing and making comments towards me. "Come on, Mr. Spooky, get up there and show us your stuff!" Someone shouted from the back, making everyone laugh and join in. I looked up at her face, she was smiling. But she also had a look in her eye, one I've never noticed before. Something genuine. "Warren, we have to go. These aren't your friends...they're making fun of you. It's time to come home."
"They're not making fun of me AND they are my friends." She started getting mad and pulled her hand away. Okay, now I'm getting annoyed. I grabbed her legs and pulled her off the table. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her out of the kitchen, leaving the laughter and assholes behind. She was hitting me, yelling at me to stop. I carried her through the rest of the frat house and out the front door.
She was silent as I carried her across campus. Thank God there wasn't many people around, or I would've looked like such a predator. "Are you done pulling my hair?" I asked her. She was still silent all the way to her dorm room. I gently placed Warren down so she could unlock the door, and the minute her feet touched the floor she stumbled over. She handed me the key, and I unlocked the door. I walked her over to her bed and helped her get it in. I turned to leave her when I heard her mumble, "Charlie..."
"Yes?"
"Why does everyone hate me?" She choked out, followed by sobs. I shut the door behind me, and slowly walked back over to her bed. I sat down at the foot of it. Not being able to make eye contact with her I said, "People fear what they don't understand. And you're just that, Elizabeth. They don't hate you, they just don't understand you. But you know what? Who gives a fuck? You have best friends that love you. You have good grades. You're kind, funny, smart...you're fucking beautiful." I felt her sit up in the bed. I turned to look at her. Even with muddy makeup and a tear stained face, she was still breathtaking to me. She was still that tough chick on the inside, though the outside showed a weak one. She sat up on her knees and moved closer to me. I closed my eyes and turned away from her. I felt her hands touch my face, and she turned my head back towards her. The next thing I felt was her lips pressed against mine. Holy shit. I wrapped my hand in her hair, and deepened the kiss. She bit my lip, causing a moan to escape my lips. She maneuvered herself onto my lap and grinded herself against me. In the heat of the moment, I realized she's drunk. This isn't her. This isn't me. "Stop. Stop. Elizabeth stop." I detached her teeth from my neck. She looked confused, and quickly that confusion turned to anger, "What?"
"You're drunk. I'm...buzzed? I don't know. All I know is this needs to stop right now." I pushed her off me, and she fell back onto the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She shouted at me, "You obviously liked it, so why stop?"
"Because. I'm not about to take advantage of you even though it's something that's destined to happen. I don't want this to end badly...if this ever happened, I'd rather do it right. Now, just get some sleep, or just do what you want." I looked into her face again, and instantly regretted doing so. The tears returned and she wiped them away, hoping I wouldn't notice.
"Warren...I'm sorry."
"Just get out, please."
