She's Kinda Hot tho

Chapter 14:Who Bring Jager to a Reception?

SHEILA'S POV:

The wedding was beautiful, I couldn't lie about that. But what I had been lying about was that I was okay with this set up. Yeah.. I thought silently. I want dad to be happy... but it feels like all of this is coming back in my face. I rubbed my hand across my face roughly, feeling the stress pounding in my head. Where's Luke? I looked around, noticing he was absent.

People were everywhere in the rec room. Dancing, grinding, doing other ungodly things. I approached the alcohol table, staring at the colorful drinks in distaste.

This stuff always made me sick. I leaned in to smell a dark brownish-purple liquid and narrowed my eyes at it.

"Who brings jager to a wedding?" I muttered to myself.

"Evil people." A guy leaning against the alcohol tray joked. I realized this was the guy making sure people like me weren't ripping of drinks.

"Apparently." I rose an eyebrow.

"It's an open bar." He said.

"I'm only 17." I answered with a shy smile.

"I didn't see anything." The guy winked, turning his back to me. I shrugged and grabbed a cup of jager. And when i say cup, i mean a cup. As in like 8 shots. I sipped it and shivered. It was like drinking black licorice flavored fire.

I escaped outside needing fresh air, and still silently hoping i'd run into Luke. The air hit me like Atlantic breath but the jager was keeping me nice and warm. I sat down in a chair, gazing out at the stars. A couple stumbled outside next to me, nastily making out against the wall.

"Uhm excuse me." I groaned. They both looked at me, laughed, and stumbled into the parking lot. I watched them go until they were out of sight. So much for getting rid of this head ache. I complained silently, sipping down more liquid fire.

"I WISH THAT I COULD WAKE UP WITH AMNESIA!!!" I slurred voice screamed and I stifled my laugh with my sleeve as I recognized Luke tearing around the building. He had cups like mine in his hand except there were three of them and they were all empty.

His dress button-up was torn open and un-tucked, his hair tousled, and his eyes glazed. He was making his way towards me... slowly, stumbling, but surely.

LUKE'S POV:

The minute the open bar got wheeled into the rec room, I was pounding shots of whatever I get a hold of. Anything to forget this awful day.

"You should slow down." Some guy next to the cart suggested. From what i can remember, I was the first one drunk. I glared mutinously at the stranger, snatched one more jager and headed outside.

I wobbled towards the door and stumbled through it, smashing into a crowd of people. They cursed at me but I didn't care.

I fell across the parking lot, sipping out of my cup. It was so hot. I remember thinking, ripping my shirt out of my dress pants and running a hand through my sweaty hair. I thought about my mum, alone. She was so sad and depressed.

My heart began to burn. I'd left her here alone. I dropped out of school... I left her to fend for herself. I was her favorite. I always knew that, and i'd left her. I started feeling and indescribable sadness.

"I WISH I COULD WAKE UP WITH AMNESIA!!" I cried into the night sky.

Then I saw Sheila. She looked like an angel sitting under a light hanging lazily from the side of the building.

I saw her smile at me. I saw her pretend like she wasn't smiling at me. A couple hastily groping each other slipped past me and i stumbled away from them towards Sheila. After what seemed like forever, I finally reached her.

"Hey look!" I laughed loudly. "My sister is drinking jager. You strike me as....." My brain paused for a second. "Like a.... martini kinda girl."

Her eyes darkened and she stared at the floor. "Don't call me your sister..." She whispered.

I sighed heavily and sat next to her on the wooden bench. "What else should i call you?" I asked, chugging the rest of my jager.

"I don't know." Sheila whispered, looking more distraught then i'd ever seen her. Maybe it was the alcohol screwing with my vision.

"Sheila... I'm not just saying this because i'm drunk." I began slowly, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. She rose an eyebrow at me expectantly. "You're beautiful... like SO SO beautiful." I gushed in slurred speech. She blushed. "And i really want to..." I stopped myself, staring at her mouth.

She gulped down the last bit of her drink and cringed at the bitterness. "Luke... I'm not just doing this because i'm drunk." She said. Then suddenly, she leaned towards me. Her gentle cool hand rested on my chin and she leaned towards me, pressing her soft lips to mine.

I put my hand on her back and pulled her towards me, deepening the kiss. I may have been drunk. My brain may have been foggy. But I would remember this, I would remember how the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around. I would remember how angelic her lips felt. I'd always remember this moment.