Pillow Talk

12.

"I think the two highlight of that wedding was seeing you try to stumble across the aisle with your heels on, and then proceed to drink what you thought was fruit punch, and when I told you it wasn't, you shrugged your shoulders and drank it anyway during the beginning of the reception." Muhammad whispered in my ear as we swayed to the music of the band lazily. "How about you try walking around in 5 inch stripper heels? It's harder than you would think. And I needed something to get through this whole thing"

"I actually enjoy heels. My first week of college, me and a whole bunch of other freshman guys got shit faced drunk and went to a strip club. But every strip club kept carding us except for this one gay guy strip club. Great customer service by the way. When we were there, I had the brilliant idea of getting up from my seat and start to dance on the pool. The owner thought it was hilarious and gave me a pair of heels from when the place was an all female strip club and told me to strut my stuff. I was pretty good at it. Made $200 bucks."

I took my head off of Muhammad's shoulder and looked him in the face, a smug smile creeping onto his face. "I can't tell if you're joking or not."

"One of these days I'll show you why the call me Vuitton when you walk past a certain point in San Fransisco."

I let out a laugh and laid my head back on Muhammad's shoulder and we continued to sway peacefully to the music until I heard Hannah's shrill voice ring through the microphone. "Okay, everyone, can I please have your attention?" She patted on the microphone until everyone was looking up at her. "Okay, good. I hope everyone is having a good time. I know I am. But right now, I would like to invite my new step daughter to the stage. Come on up here Elizabeth!"

Everyone at the reception started to clap, and look around until they found me. I had no chance to run away now. The security team was probably on high alert and ordered to not let me go through those doors and taste my freedom. I took slow and steady steps towards the stage and gave a death glare towards Hannah as I walked up the stairs towards her. She handed me the microphone and paid no attention to my stares.

Hannah scurried off the stage and gave me a thumbs up the moment that she got back  to her table.

"Okay, so I guess I'm suppose to be saying a speech about my dad and Hannah and how they are perfect for each other. So I guess here it is. Hannah used to be my tutor when I was younger. And I'm not talking about a school teacher or something. She was only 16 when she met my father. But fuck age right? Jail is only a drafty room." A few people in the audience were looking around confused, startled whispers escaped their mouths.

"But don't worry. My father only started fucking her when she was 18. So it was perfectly legal. It's also legal to have sex out of your marriage, huh, dad? And I know this isn't something you usually hear at a wedding, but I've had a glass of wine that tasted like the fruit punch Caprisun and my feet hurt from these ridiculous shoes that my step mother made me wear." I took off my shoes one by one and threw them off the stage in the general region of where my father and Hannah sat down.

"I think it's time to get off the stage now, Liz." Jared muttered inter his breath while he squeezed lightly on my arm.

"Oh, let's talk about Hannah some more. And the brilliant thing she did by inviting my ex-boyfriend to her wedding! Yeah, you heard it right folks, my ex boyfriend is here on this stage while my new boyfriend looks on. Say hi, Muhammad!" I pointed to him, and watched as he awkwardly waved at everyone.

"Isn't this just spectacular!" Jared pulled on my hard, making me trip over my own feet and dropping the microphone. "Asshole."

"And you're on the edge of being drunk. Let's go get you into your room." Jared continued to drag me to my room, but all I could do was try and shake him off with not sign of him stopping. Jared barged into my room to find Jasmin and Alexandra lying down on the bed.

"You guys couldn't make it to your own room?" I shook Jared off and stumbled over to my bed. Jasmin and Alexandra broke away from each other, Alexandra had a blush creeping onto her face and Jasmin bust out laughing. "The wedding was boring anyway, we thought we could sneak off for a quickie. And we were already doing it in your bedroom at home, might as well try it out here." Jasmin shrugged her shoulders and moved a piece of hair out of her face.

"Remind me to burn my covers when we get home. Which looks like it's going to be sooner than later by the stunt that I just pulled." I looked over at Jared and gave my best shot at a smile. "Thanks, they've got it from here."

Jared nodded his head and stepped out of my room.

"You don't even smell like alcohol, how the hell did you get this drunk?" Jasmin got of the bed and walked over to me. Alexandra went into the bathroom to get a hot towel.

"Truthfully, I'm not even that drunk. I just wanted an excuse to why I got up on the stage and basically called my dad a pedophile. I had half a glass of red wine then poured the rest into a ficus. The ficus is probably more drunk than I am." I pulled off the uncomfortable dress that I was forced to wear for the evening and put on a long t-shirt.

"Yeah, I saw the speech on your cousin's snapchat. Pretty amazing. It's probably going to be all over instagram in about two hours." Jasmin plopped down next to me and lolled her head on my shoulder. "You're probably going to be on the next flight home. You know that, right?"

"Hannah deserves it. I can't believe that she would actually invite my ex to her wedding. What type of fucked up individual would do that? How the hell did she even get his number?"

"You didn't tell her?" Alexandra stood in the doorway of the bathroom with a damp towel occasionally dripping water from her hands. "You told me that you told her."

"Wait, what is she talking about?" I looked over to see Jasmin giving a death glare to Alexandra. She looked back over to me and gave me a week smile.

"I gave Hannah the number. She told me that you and Jared were starting to talk to each other again. But then you lost your phone, and you needed to call him. I was a little high, not gonna lie, and I thought that was a great reason to give Hannah his number." Jasmin put her head in her hands and peeked out at me through her fingers. "I was so high, man."

"You told me you stopped."

"I said it was in the past. And it's in the present, and probably in the future."

"Get out. And why do you have my cousin on snapchat?"

"She's hot."