Party Girl

Chapter Three.

It was just past midnight and I was so wasted. The awesome-looking pipe Trevor Fleming had brought had been put to good use; I was also stoned out of my mind. It was awesome. I'd made out with Mason some more, and Kellan tried getting in my pants, but my original plan was still in action. I searched everywhere for Ben, but I kept forgetting what I was searching for and always ended up back on the couch with a blunt. Bre was seriously gonna get pissed about this, but I didn't care. I was going to do the ultimate act of outdoing her, so I would finally be on top. I'd be superior.

I tried to focus on the music blaring from the speakers spread all over the house, but I was too fucked up to think or move. I wanted to make out some more, but I didn't have the energy to find a hot guy. I summoned all my strength and got off the sofa, in search of Ben once again. I only hoped he wasn't with B. If so, I was screwed. I hoped I still looked hot, because I'd have to be extra seductive to get Ben's attention.

I went to the main "dance floor", where all the Partiers were, and looked around. Ben was usually a pretty rambunctious partier. Suddenly, I spotted that shiny blonde hair that was undeniably his. I pushed through the bodies to find him dancing, right in the middle of the crowd, a bottle of vodka in his hand. He wasn't dancing with anyone in particular, although a bunch of junior girls kept trying to get with him. I was gonna show these bitches up; I might be two grades below him, but I knew how to get a guy. I was a hell of a dancer, too.

My eyesight was shit and I wanted to laugh at everyone I saw, but I tried to remember who I was dealing with here. Ben Whitman. I pulled my skirt up as high as it would go while still covering the majority of my ass. I yanked my shirt down so that it was revealing more than it was covering. And then I grabbed a plastic red cup, filled it with vodka, and went on the dance floor.

Half an hour later, Ben and I were making out in the corner, his hands on my hips and mine on the back of his head. He was smothering me in between his body and the wall, but it was okay. The lack of oxygen made my head spin, which I liked. Bre crossed my mind a few times but I quickly expelled the thoughts. I was getting what I wanted. And Ben was a good kisser, maybe even better than Kellan . . . 

I wanted to kick things up a notch, so I pulled back and began to walk off. He threw his hands up in the air, and was about to yell when I interrupted him by motioning with my finger for him to follow me. 

"Coming?" I asked as sexily as I could. I felt like I was about to pass out and the room was a slightly bluish tint, but it didn't bother me. I liked the rush the music provided, and all the dancing bodies around me energized me. 

I was headed for the guest room upstairs, because it had the biggest bed besides B's, but halfway up the stairs, I tripped and landed face first on the next step. It didn't hurt at all though. In fact, I started cracking up. I blindly reached around for something to help me get up. 

Abruptly, I was in the air. I thought I was flying or some shit until I felt his arms. Oh. Ben was carrying me. I tried to tell him which room to go into, but I couldn't find my voice. So I let him take us into another room -- I didn't pay attention to which one it was, I only knew it wasn't the room I was originally headed for. He slammed the door with his foot and then plopped me down on the bed, so hard I almost bounced off the edge. My hands caught on the blanket, though, saving me from falling.

He turned back to flip the lights off, and next thing I knew, there was a body on top of me. "Everything's more fun in the dark," Ben purred in my ear, and then went back to kissing me.

My brain might as well have been gone, but some small corner still had rational thought. I contemplated my luck. I was completely messed up, in a dark room with the hottest senior in school, at another one of our famous parties. It was a good night, indeed.

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"WHAT THE FUCK!" was the first thing I heard. It was a voice I would undoubtedly know, no matter what condition I was in. Breanna.

The lights turned on, but the sun was already streaming in through the window so that the flourescent lights had no effect. I raised my hand to shield my eyes when I felt something next to me. I glanced over. It was a sleeping, snoring Ben Whitman.

"Are you fucking . . . ? Oh my God," Bre sputtered. She made a disgusted face and ran out of the room. What a baby.

I realized we were cuddled up next to each other naked, with no blankets on except for a thin sheet by our ankles. Hm. I didn't want to move just yet.

I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, and it was only noon. What a bummer; I had been woken up early and I didn't think I could manage going back to sleep. Damn Bre.

I thought I'd wake Ben up with a surprise, so I started kissing his neck. He smiled slightly in his sleep, so I moved up until I reached his mouth. Right before I was about to go in for the kill, he opened his eyes. He looked at me confusedly for a second before glancing down at our bodies. He gasped out loud, and then moved away from me. "Oh shit," he muttered.

He sat up a bit too fast, grabbed his stomach, and vomited over the edge of the bed. What a pussy. 

"What the hell?" he asked, mostly to himself, it sounded like. "Uh, sorry . . . " he trailed off.

He got up, threw on his boxers and jeans, and headed for the door. I was about to remind him to get his shirt, but he left too quickly. Oh well.

But what the hell? Why did he leave so quickly? Most guys wanted a little bit more action in the mornings before they ditched me. He hadn't even kissed me goodbye. Geez.

A few minutes later, I heard yelling downstairs, so I knew B had caught up with him. I didn't bother to pay attention to what they were saying; I grabbed the sheet and covered myself up. My eyes slipped close and I thought about nothing at all.

Of course, it was at that moment that Bre burst, looking pissed. Extremely pissed. Even more pissed than she'd been when I'd drunkenly tossed her brand new iPhone into the pool.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" she screamed. 

I thought about that. "Kaylynn fucking Meadows, that's who I am," I said. I had such a huge hangover. Oh God.

"You fucked Ben?! Did it feel good having the same dick that was in me being all over your cunt ass?" she ranted. Why wouldn't she just shut up? She was just jealous we were now on the same level. Well . . . No, she was jealous I was on a higher level. 

"Yeah, it did. Will you get me some clothes?" 

B looked as stunned as if I had just slapped her across the face. Her mouth hung open for a good ten seconds before she really got mad. "Are you SERIOUS?! Who the hell are you, Kay? We don't fuck each other's guys, you promised! Remember? Or does that even mean anything? Don't say you were too drunk, or too high, because that's a damn lie. You knew what you were doing. And you knew I would get pissed! So why the hell did you do it? We're sisters, Kay. I fucking can't believe you. You god damn whore!"

I wanted to laugh. Yeah, I was a whore. So was she. We had established, from the time we were thirteen, that we'd dedicate our lives to partying until we were too old to anymore. This was our lifestyle. People knew how we were, but they never dared to talk shit because we would kick their ass. Being called a whore in no way insulted me.

"Go take a chill pill," I advised. I didn't feel like arguing. I knew she was legit pissed, but I also knew she'd be over it by tomorrow. 

She stormed out of the room, cussing under her breath. I smiled to myself. Mission accomplished. I was officially the baddest bitch.