Lightweight

Chapter Five

Hangovers are the worst.

Literally.

I'm sitting by the toilet as I shudder again at my blank memory of last night. Only Ricky fucking Romero could get me to make bad choices like these. Last night was full of blanks. I don't remember being put in this room. I just remember drinking... I'm such a lightweight.

"Knock, knock." Matty comes in with a big smile on his face.

"Leave me here to die." I tell him. My body remains resting against the cold tiled floor, waiting for the nausea and headache to stop.

"Jenny is here. She wants to know if you're okay."

"Don't even tell her anything about last night. She'll just rub it in my face."

Then Jenny comes in, swinging the door wide up against the wall. I cringed from the noise.

"Well if it isn't Miss I-don't-want-to-have-fun, I see you had one heck of a night." She yells as I cover my ears.

"Tell me about it, when I can remember it. " I tell them.

They both look at each other and then look at me.

"What?" I question them.

"Well this just got more interesting." Matty says, laughing at the situation.

"Take a cold bath, while Matty and I make you breakfast.", Jenny starts making me a bath and then leaves with Matty. I couldn't help but wonder, why it bothered me seeing them walk away together. Then it hit me, Lauren was with Matty last night. For some odd reason, I didn't like it. I throw water in my face. The more I remembered, the more I hated myself. I get in the cold water, and let my body float. It frustrates me how easy the alcohol messes me up. I rest my head against the wall, and start to make myself remember more, when I hear someone open the guest room door. Then the bathroom door opens.

"Jenny, I'm still in the tub!" I yell. But it was Ricky who comes bursting in, while I scream.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry I thought you... Were with clothes...", Ricky barely manages to speak, while I start to relax again. This was no big deal, I kept telling myself. The bath was filled with bubbles.

"Ricky, it's nothing you haven't seen before." I tell him as I roll my eyes and try to play it cool. He's seen my body and a dozen of other naked girls...

"I know... but it's hard to look away when it comes to you."

I blink once. Then twice. Did he really just give me a compliment?

Fuck my memory.

"What happened last night when we went to the beach?"

"You don't remember?"

"My brain is fried."

I see a hurt look in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced with his devilish grin as he comes in closer to me.

I'm still naked in a tub full of bubbles.

I stay still as he speaks, "This happened.", then he kisses me.

I stay still for a moment. But nobody can ever resist Ricky. I let myself get lost in his lips, as his tongue burns a fire inside me. I grab his hair, and push him closer.

"Angel! Breakfast is ready!" Jenny yells. We quickly pull apart. I touch my lips, and then shake the feeling off.

"What was that?" I ask him

"That was me trying to get you back." I give him a puzzled look. He grabs a robe, and helps me get out of the tub. I blush as I try to cover myself from him. But he has seen me naked before, if anything I'm glad my curves and my once flat chest have grown in. I look back at Ricky, only to see his eyes on my body. I quickly close my robe.

"Ricky I don't know what kind of conversation we had last night, but I refuse to sink as low as to being one of your little hoes."

"Why are you playing hard to get Angel? I remember a time when you would do anything for me.", He puts his hands on my waist and his sweet minty breath is close enough to taste, "It started with you, Evangelina. Took me a while to realize, but I want you back."

My knees get weaker as he says my full name. I start to process everything slowly. I remember little pieces of our conversation last night, but whatever it was...It made Ricky want me again. And that scared the shit out of me. We both went downstairs like nothing happened. I ate some pancakes, and lucky it stayed in my stomach. Ricky kept watching me, while Matty kept glaring at him and Jenna... Well she was in another world. She kept talking about the first Friday night game this week. Our tradition was that every Friday night game was followed by a big party at Ricky and Matty's house. Win or lose, it didn't matter. But like every other year Ricky picked a girl to be his lucky charm for the season. So far I've managed to be invisible to him...

"So Ricky whose going to be your lucky charm this season? Lauren and the girls have been dying to know." Jenna innocently asks, as I roll my eyes. She knows my thoughts too well.

"Evangelina." He confidently says. Matty and I almost choke.

"First off, can you stop calling me that. Second, what if I refuse?" I question him.

"Evangelina, no cheerleader has ever said no to this. It's tradition and come on, its his senior year." Jenna pleads. But I know her. She's been pushing me to be with Ricky, ever since the party that started all of this.

"So what? Since when did you ever follow rules Jenna?" Matty says.

"Football traditions are different. You know that." Jenna rolls her eyes at him. Then I realize Ricky has been looking at me the whole time. I get up from the table, and go to the living room. Being Ricky's lucky charm meant I would have to spend most of my time with him... At least during football season. It was way too risky. I didn't like myself when I was around him. He's an addiction to me, making every wild part of me come alive. A part that I needed to keep under control or else, I would just be another one of his adventures, a simple locker room story to him and the whole football team. I'm not the same naive girl from back then. I couldn't let him or anyone else break me again. I just couldn't allow it. I breathe in and out, as I start to calm down.

"You don't have to do it Angel. We both know what can happen." Matty startles me, with his words of "wisdom".

"So? You're not my boyfriend or father to be telling me what to do."

"Look if you want to be another one of his girls, then fine. Go ahead." He says, finally giving up.

I laugh, and walk away towards the kitchen.

"You have no idea how long I've been his." I whisper so quietly to myself, in hopes that nobody would ever hear my weak and pathetic voice. They would never know, how much the old me has been waiting for this.