She's Kinda Hot tho

Chapter 39:SCREWdriver

LUKE'S POV:

I wouldn't admit it outloud, but i'd never had vodka before... and I liked it.

"GO! GO! GO! GO!" Everyone in the room chanted over the blaring music as i swallowed a double shot. It burned like fire sliding down my throat. I shook my head roughly and slammed the shot glass on the counter and everyone screamed happily.

"Not bad Hemmings." Em smirked, pulling at my shirt collar and breathing alcohol breath into my face. She was hammered. Well... so was I. "You seem overwhelmed." She commented dryly.

"Theres... a lot of people here." I chuckled, leaning against the counter.

"Yeah.. but you've been to partied before." She rolled her eyes. "Come on let's dance."

Yeah i've been to parties before... but i'm the wallflower. I thought silently. She ripped me into the middle of the growing crowd and I was suddenly lathered in other people sweat. Hot girls, ugly girls, skinny girls, big girls... they were all grinding on me.

Emma was in the front, rubbing herself up against me, sliding up and down with the music. Oh my gosh... I thought quietly pulling her hips against mine. I could feel the liquor seeping into my thoughts and body.

Everything was slower somehow and the music was dulled out. "Here." Emma said, shoving something into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but I couldn't react soon enough. I inhaled deeply and coughed and gagged when i realized it was a joint of marijuana.

"No thanks." I coughed, gathering my composure. Emma laughed and put it between her lips.

"It's too late." She winked, passing it off to someone else. I cocked my head sideways at her and when i did i swear to God the whole room tilted. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and the lights dripped from the ceiling and splattered onto the floor.

I bounced away and crashed into a girl but when i turned to apologize her facial features were rearranged. I'd smoked pot before but something was seriously wrong. A cold hand grabbed my arm and I recognized Emma. She was pulling me through the crowd and up the stairs. My head felt like it was full of pudding.

I don't remember walking through the hallway, all i remember was crawling through a paint can full of spiders. And trust me I'm just as confused as you are.

"Your skin.." I croaked. "it's so soft."

She just giggled and rocked against me whispering my name. Everything was so foggy and melting together. I looked down and suddenly realized we were fucking. I opened my mouth to stay something but my mouth was numb.

I couldn't even feel her weight on top of me. "What's wrong?" I mumbled through a fuzzy mouth. Then everything went black.

I woke up next morning and sat up so quick i had to lean over the edge of the bed and vomit. I was alone in the room. The sheets were all screwed up and spread all over the place. My clothes were missing and i smelled like sex, booze and vanilla.

I rolled out of bed and caught a reflection of me in the mirror. There was sharpie all over my body. Head to toe, a trillion different colors, designs and words. And a lot of dicks. I got out of bed and marched down stairs in my boxers.

"There you are!" A girl giggled wearing my shirt.

"I dont know who you are and can i have that?" I asked pointing to my shirt.

"Sure!" She smiled, tugging it off right then and then, her boobs dropping out from underneath it. I quickly looked away and pulled my shirt over my head. "What?" She whined. "You liked it last night." She pouted. Oh dear god.. I felt like vommitting again by the time i stumbled into the kitchen.

"Morning Luke." Emma grinned, eating breakfast in her bra and panties and thumbing through a magazine.

"What happened last night?" I demanded, rubbing my face. She shrugged.

"We partied?"

"What happened with the sharpies?"

"They partied." She giggled, pointing at the pile of people sleeping on the floor.

"I'm leaving." I announced marching out of the house. I heard her get up and follow me out.

"Why are you mad?" She asked, eyebrows knitted together.

"Uhm? This just isn't my scene." I said, fumbling to find my car keys. I held out my palm to her. She rolled her eyes and pulled them from her bra. I shook my head and unlocked my car.

"You were having fun. Don't be such a stick in the mud." She frowned.

"By the way, what did i smoke last night?" I questioned, glaring at her.

"Weed." She began, looking away from me.

"Weed and...?"

"PCP." She quipped. I gaped at her and slammed my door. I didn't even look at her as i sped away. What... the.. fuck.