Smell Of Roses

Five

Night time rolls around and Jacksons still here, he was being serious when he said he'd go clubbing with me earlier so now he's just waiting on me to ready myself. With my curly hair placed in a side braid, I put on a black crop top with ass cheek shorts. I call them ass cheek shorts because, well, my ass hangs out the bottom. Then I throw on black sneakers and makeup before I walk into the common room to tell Jackson I'm ready.

"Oh boy, if you two are going clubbing, maybe you should get someone who won't drink?" Gina suggest.

"I'll have one, I won't get drunk, I can be responsible when needed to." I say.

"Lies!" Miya yells, "Jackson, I'm going to need you to stay sober because one sip of alcohol and there's no coming back for this girl she'll be drinking all night."

"Yes ma'am, I'll stay sober with not a sip of alcohol." Jackson says.

I groan, "Such a party pooper, if I wanted a sobbed friend I would have invited Jason. I want someone to get drunk and go make out with after you big meanies." I whine.

Jackson laughs and walks to the door, "Let's just go Ashley."

The club is about thirty minutes off campus, it's lit up and has music blaring so loud you can hear it a block away from the actual building. So when you get there and inside you have to yell to hear what's going on.

"Well mr sober, I'm going to get me a bloody marry because I like the bad taste. It reminds me that being a Christian I'm about to commit a sin." I say.

His face is completely serious as I move to the bar and he moves to the dance floor.

"What can I get you ma'am?" The bar tender questions.

"One bloody marry." I basically yell at him, god it's to loud. I can't wait to be waisted and enjoying this place.

A good four hours later I'm completely gone, lost to the liquids. I find myself straggling some strangers lap, my tongue battling with his for dominance of one another's mouths. You can feel his hardness, I'm basically setting on it as I make out with him. I'm not sure who's more drunk, me, or this guy. I honestly don't even think I got a name. I rap my arms around his neck as I pull his head closer so I can deepen the kiss as I push my hips down on his bulge.

"What the hell?! You can't be left alone for more than a minute can you?!" I pull away from make out buddy to look up at Jackson.

"You know, I don't think I've ever told you this but you are a really handsome hottie. I can see myself making out with you some days soon." I smile like a goof and stand up, trying to find my balance but fall forward into Jax.

"Ashley, obviously you've had a little too much fun. Don't you think it's time we get you home. I don't remember how to get to your dorm, but I do know your buddy Jason and how to get to his. Maybe I could take you there?" Jackson questions.

The whole way to the dorm I complain about wanting to go back to the club. Even when Jason takes me inside and to his room I complain about wanting to go back to the club, wanting to party and drink more. Then I get sick, all over Jason's shirt. He took it off and changed me into one of his hoodies because I was complaining I was chilled. Now, he's been trying for three or so hours to get me to go to sleep and I'm finally falling. An hour or so later I'm cuddling into Jason and I fall asleep. Him running circles on my back as I do so.

When morning finally comes around I feel completely drain of everything. There is no way I'm even getting out of bed today.

Wait, this isn't my bed, then it hits me its Jason's bed. Why would I be at Jason's, God nothing better have happened. Jason's better than I am though, he'd make sure nothing happened. I hope.