Playing With Fire

Something's Wrong

As soon as I woke up, I knew something wasn't right. I couldn't remember a thing from the night before, I didn't have any clue where I was, and I was in someone's arms. I sat up instantly before falling back down to try and stop my head from spinning.

No way. No freaking way. I am not living my own Ke$ha song right now. Not possible. As Much as I tried to convince myself of this, I knew I was wrong. I had just been rocking out to Party At A Rich Dude's House last week and now, oddly enough, it seems to describe my life. I may not be in the front yard, but I am not in my house, or Callie's for that matter. And yes, the sun is up, and I am most definitely still drunk.

"Hey," the guy that had just been spooning with me muttered groggily. I didn't even recognize his voice.

"Hi," I managed to blurt out. This can't be happening to me. I've been the life of every party since freshman year and I have never forgotten a night of my life. This can't be real.

"So, um, I didn't know if you wanted to go to school or anything but we can still make it if..."

"No, there is no way in hell I'm going to school like this," I cut him off quickly, slowly standing up.

"Yeah, I didn't figure," he murmured quietly. I finally worked up the courage to turn around and couldn't stop a groan of disappointment from bubbling up.

"Well, that's not usually the reaction I would hope for," the boy stated, sounding slightly offended.

"No, I'm sorry, I was just, well, kind of hoping I would, um, know you," I stuttered. Damn, I really lose my cool when I'm drunk.

"Oh, yeah, I guess just 'cause I know you doesn't mean you know me, does it. One new face compared to hundreds," he mumbled before cutting himself off.

"Well, now's your chance to make an impression. Who are you, where am I, why am I here, and how the hell am I still drunk?" I fire off questions quickly, trying to get them all out before I forget one.

"I'm David Hoffman, you're at my house, you're here because you came with my brother, and I'm assuming you got completely wasted last night at Lorenzo's party, especially if you're deciding to associate with my brother. I'm warning you now, getting involved with him is like playing with fire. Fun, as long as you remain in control. The instant he takes charge is the instant things spiral out of control until you end up burned and alone," he growled.

"Wait, you're brother?" I ask. The last name rings a bell, but I met so many people yesterday that I can't place a name with a face for anyone other than Callie.

"Dillon Hoffman? Notorious bad boy? I'm guessing you met him in detention," David snorted.

"How do you know I was in detention?" I asked.

"I'm in your Spanish class. I'm pretty smart, you know, for a freshman." And that's when he lost it and burst out into laughter.

"What's so funny?" I ask, completely and totally lost.

"I'm sorry, you just look so mortified. I was thinking you're worried you slept with me, and then I mentioned that I'm a freshman and the look on your face was just...I can't...this is just...oh my gosh...give me a second," he said between laughs. I rolled my eyes as he doubled over laughing.

"Are you done?" I asked once he started to straighten up.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Listen, just to get things straight, you didn't do anything with me," he told me honestly.

"So what did happen?" I questioned, not allowing myself to be concerned that I sound like I'm interrogating him.

"You came in the house with Dillon. Both of you were drunk off your asses. You guys went into his room and, judging by the sounds that came from his room a few minutes later, you guys, well, did it. You ended up in my room about three hours later, saying something about finding water. I got you a glass and we came back here and we started talking about your old life and how much different this is and then we ended up falling asleep at the same time," he explained.