I'm too pissed at Michael to carry on with rest of my day. I drive straight past my house and to the other side of town. Calums'. I find his spare key under his doormat and let myself in, knowing he will still be at school. Although Cal might be into partying and shit, school is also really important to him. For some reason he is invested in chemistry. I tease him saying the only reason he is interested in it is so he can make meth himself, but all jokes aside, he is serious about it. The first place I go is Cals liquor cabinet, where I find a vast range of assorted drinks, from vodka, to rum, and there's even a dusty old whisky bottle in the back. Going straight for the vodka, I down it without even flinching. A few hours later Cal shows up, along with Will and Charlotte. "Imani, you weren't at school today?" Cal says, stating the obvious. I brush him off. I'm tipsy, not full on drunk. I've learnt to hold my drink over the years.
"So Marns, a bunch of people are going to Ashtons, you wanna come?" Cal askes. Ashton is a college boy. I don't really know him, I've fucked him a couple of times I think, but other than that we are strangers to each other.
"Cal, you know me, I'm always up for a party" I say, smirking at my best friend.
"Great!" Charlotte beams. "I've got some dresses in Cals room, you can borrow one?" she says, already heading in that direction.
"I don't even wanna know why your clothes are in Cals room" I laugh, smirking at my pretty friend.
After sorting through hundreds of dresses I finally find the right outfit. A plain black tank top, with a pair of high waisted shorts, and my beloved jean jacket over the top, paired with my favourite studded pumps.
"Damn Marns, those shorts are making me rock hard" Will says, wolf whistling. I can tell he has already started drinking, but who am I to judge.
By the time we get to Ash's, and pile out of the car, I am already on the verge of full on drunkenness. Stumbling across the front yard and into the house, I just need a smoke. I find our group, and ask Lilli for a hit of her joint. She passes it to me and after taking two, long, drawn out puffs, I pass it back. Michael's words ring in my head. "Take it easy" I hear him saying. Like he gives a shit.
By 11 o'clock the place is packed, and there are about 6 guys fighting for my attention. Now is about the time that I choose one to take up stairs, and if the people are lucky, I might want a round two. A guy with spiky blonde hair and blues eyes catches my attention. He's been staring at me from across the pool table all night. I make my way over and wrap my arm around the back of his neck. He responds by smacking his lips into mine, and before I know it, we are both stumbling to find a vacant room.
After having sex with the blonde guy, I fix my outfit and hair and make my way back out to the party. The guy has already left. He got what he needed, and then dropped me. Why am I so bothered by this? I go through this at least six times a week, why is it different now? When have I ever wanted a guy to stick around?
The only thing that can fix this feeling inside of me is a few pills. I find Cal and dig into his back pocket pulling out some blue capsules.
"Woah Marns, I know you like my ass, but you could have said something first" He slurs, smirking at me. I giggle at him, and take two out of the packet, before grabbing my red cup and taking a large gulp.
A couple of hours later and I am beat. The buzz from the pills has worn off, and the alcohol tastes like water. I look around and find Calum and some random chick sucking eachothers faces off. The sudden urge to vomit takes over and I stumble over to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the bowl. And then I do something I have never done in years. I cry. The tears fall from my eyes like rain from the clouds. I gave up crying years ago. I decided I would be strong and reckless. But now, it all seems to have gone out the window. Before I know what I am even doing, I am slumped on the bathroom tiles calling Michael.
"Imani? Why are you calling at this time?" He sounds like he just woke up. I sob through the phone.
"I don't know what I'm doing Mike" I reply, my voice thick with sadness.
"Where are you? Are you drunk Marns?" he asks, concern laced in his voice.
"I'm in the bathroom..." I reply. Why does he want to know anyway?
"No Marns, who's bathroom?"
"Asheton's" I reply.
"Stay there. I'll be there in 10 minutes." He says, before hanging up.
Why is he coming to get me? I didn't ring him to ask him to pick me up. Did I? And why Michael? Of all people, I rang Michael.
I doze in and out of consciousness, until I feel strong arms wrap around my arms and legs. At first, I panic, but then I see his pink hair.
The next morning I wake up with a thumping headache. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. At first, I am confused as to my where-abouts, but images of Mike picking me up, being in his car, and him laying me down on his bed flash through my mind. Oh my god! Did we fuck? I need to get out of here. I stumble out of Mikes bed, and quickly grab my jacket off the floor, taking notice of the fact that I am still fully clothed. But why did he take me to his place? I open his bedroom door and start to make my way across the living area.
"Marns? Are you up?" I hear Mike call from the kitchen.
"Uh, Yeah" I stutter. "I was just leaving" I say, rushing to get the words out.
He appears at the doorway, shirtless, only wearing boxers. It takes all that is in me not to stare at his bare chest. Mike is not extremely buff, just toned. And he's not tanned more pale white. I guess that's why he makes me so nervous; he's so different to other guys.
I look away, and move toward the door way.
"Mike.." I say, trailing off.
"Yeah" he says, looking straight into my eyes.
"last night, we didn't..." I trail off. Why am I so jittery about talking to this guy? Hes a guy, and he has a penis, he is no different to the other guys in this world.
He smiles. " No Marni, we didn't fuck." He says. His harsh words are lightened by the softness of his voice.
"You were in quite a state when I found you" he continues.
"Mike, please stop, can you just forget it happened" I say, and without waiting for an answer I close the door quickly behind me and start walking to the nearest bus stop.
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