I'm really not the type of girl to drink. Nor am I the type to do drugs. No, I'm not some boring stuck up girl who thinks she's too good to that stuff - I just don't have time for it honestly. And even if I did have time to do it I don't really think I would. In high school I didn't drink or smoke because I was so busy with extra curriculars. And my parents were extremely strict so I wasn't really at parties therefore I wasn't exposed to the drugs and alcohol therefore I couldn't do it.
Now I'm a sophomore in college and I'm able to count the amount of beers I've drank in my lifetime on one hand. I've gone to the frat parties which is a stoners galore with some extra-ness, but still I didn't take a hit or eat any brownies. But something took over me this Saturday night.
Like usual the Alpha Kappa Psi frat house was having party. Like usual my best friend at NYU, Annie, begged me to come with her. Unlike usual, I said yes. I was forced into wearing high wasted shorts and black tank top because according to Annie, we we're on a mission to get "the D" tonight. Which Annie gets "the D" like every other weekend so it was nothing out of the ordinary for her. But tonight "the D" was for me.
Not even block away from the frat house you could hear the blaring Drake music. I let out an annoyed sigh as we approached the house, the smell of pot hitting me like a train. Of course everyone here was either buzzed, completely stoned, or on the verge of passing out. Just lovely.
I recognized some people from around campus and greeted them as did Annie. We ended making our way into the kitchen and grabbed some drinks. I got a bottle of water while Annie mixed Hawaiian punch and vodka. It looked pretty good. In fact everyone's drinks looked good. As far as I could see I was the only person drinking water.
Not only was I the only one drinking water but I was also the only one that looked bored. Annie was already chatting it away with some of her other friends who we're clearly buzzed. But they looked happy, they looked like they we're enjoying themselves.
Shit, I wanna feel like that.
I bit my lip and grabbed a red solo cup. I ended up making the same drink that Annie did. I chugged it. Boy, did that feel good. I served myself again. And again. And again. And a-
"Damn, slow down," a male's voice said from behind me.
I nearly dropped my cup as I jumped to face the direction of the voice. He had on a snapback with two braids peeking out from it on either side of face. He was grinning at me, showing off his bottom grill.
Damn, he's sexy.
I let out a humor filled breath before giving him a closed mouth smile.
"Sorry, I don't drink much," I admitted to the sexy boy.
"No need to apologize; I was just messing with you," he chuckled.
I just smiled and looked down, not knowing what to do. I was embarrassed to be completely honest. I had just chugged down 5 cups of basically straight vodka in less than three minutes.
I suddenly started giggling.
"What's funny?" the boy asked.
I don't know what was funny. So I told him that.
"Ahh, I think the vodka is kicking in," he stated.
"REALLY?" I shout.
"Yes, really!" He shouts too almost meeting my loud volume. He was still smiling.
Wow, he had a really pretty smile.
"Thanks, I was gonna say the same to you," the boy suddenly said, catching me off guard.
