(A/N: I forgot to update, sorry haha)
(Charlie's POV)
"Charlie! Where the fuck are you going at this time?"
I closed my eyes and pursed my lips.
"Dad, I'm staying at Kiera's tonight. You know, my girlfriend?"
"If you walk out that door, you will not step foot in this house again!" My dad slurred, out his face on beer and probably some other illegal substance.
"Glady," I whispered, slamming the door shut.
I began my short journey to the party. It was absolutely freezing outside. Far too cold for October. I shoved my hands in my pockets hoping I would warm up a bit. I left later than Kiera and my friends. Usually, I'd be the first person at parties but I had to wait on my mum falling asleep or I would never have got out the house.
My phone started buzzing in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. Kiera. I exhaled and answered.
"Hi babe, what's up."
"Charlie, where are you?"
"Five minutes away."
"Okay, please hurry, I love you."
"Love you too," I said blankly, hanging up. I did love her but sometimes I just felt she was too clingy and needy.
I arrived at the house. I said hi to almost everyone I walked past and went straight for the alcohol. Living my life, it was the only thing that kept me going as sad as it sounds. I filled up a cup with vodka and sat on a table to enjoy my drink. I really couldn't be bothered facing Kiera so I figured it would be easier when I'm totally pissed.
15 minutes which felt like an hour passed and I could safely say I was in a bad way. I got off the table and nearly face planted the ground. Everything was blurry and my head was spinning. I think this is the drunkest I've ever been.
I started walking with no destination and I suddenly had to pee. I made my way to the toilet and held on to the railing, hoping I wouldn't fall back downstairs. Now that would be a picture. I finally got up the stairs safely and did my thing. I came out of the toilet to go back downstairs and turned a corner and ended up getting knocked onto the floor.
I looked up, a blurry but cute looking boy was standing there looking sorry. It was Leondre from my music and English class. The one I had threatened to stay away from me earlier that week. He was shirtless. I licked my lips and stood up and pinned him against the wall. He looked at me in pure shock and I grinned.
"Hi Leo," I whispered. I felt him shiver which made my grin grow wider.
"Erm, hi, Charlie."
"What would you do if I took you upstairs?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Well, I guess I could get my top." I laughed at him playing oblivious.
"You won't be needing that anytime soon," I said, running my fingers along his stomach over and over, watching goosebumps rise.
I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him upstairs. I looked back at him expecting him to look somewhat confused and scared but he looked . . up for it?
I shut the door and pushed him on the bed and straddled him. I put my hands on his cheeks and looked straight in the eyes. They were beautiful. I had a boner by this point and I purposely pushed it against his thigh. I started kissing and sucking on my neck which he didn't respond to at first but I soon felt he was hard as well, causing me to smirk against his skin.
"You're so sexy," I seductively whispered, before grabbing his chin and kissing him. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, even when I basically shoved my tongue down his throat. I knew I was wasted but this didn't feel wrong whatsoever. It felt so right.
After giving his the best head of his life, he moved onto me. "Now you," he sexily smiled, making my dick throb. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down aggressively. Wow, not as innocent as I thought. He started kissing my neck and then my chest then all the way down to the bottom of my stomach. I bit my lip, stifling a moan which was his cue to unbutton my jeans and pull down my boxers.
He started wanking me off (ohh I hate that word) I tilted my head back and groaned. Suddenly, he took me all in his mouth at once and started bobbing his head up and down, his eyes not leaving mine. "Fuck," I grunted, grabbing onto the bedsheets.
"I'm going to-" I released into his mouth and he swallowed it all.
"Tastes good," He winked. I lay there out of breath and Leo collapsed down beside me in the same state. We both looked at each other and grinned.
After a few minutes of laying there, I realised I had sobered up a lot and I was starting to have regrets. I stood up and got dressed. I could feel Leo watching me.
"Uhh, I'm going down for another drink . . You coming?" I asked him, I instantly regretted asking him to come with me.
"Yeah."
We walked downstairs trying to not get pushed about by everyone. I'm glad for the lock that bedroom door had. We were about to walk into the kitchen when we were stopped by one of Leo's friends. Thank fuck. I slowly walked away.
I looked behind me to see if he had noticed and I ended up bumping into Kiera for the first time out of the two and a half hours I've been here. That's all I needed right now.
"And where the hell have you been?"
"Erm, I just got here," I lied.
"Bullshit, Charlie! You told me on the phone two hours ago that you were five minutes away! Plus you're already drunk."
"Yeah, well . . "
"Oh, whatever. Just kiss me," She said, grabbing my shirt and smacking her lips against mine. I didn't kiss back.
"Upstairs. Now," She ordered.
I faked yawned, "I'm so tired, I think I'm going to just -"
"NOW," She shoved me towards the stairs.
We got into the bedroom and she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. We fell onto the bed and continued kissing. I was cringing and I felt sick. I've never felt this way about Kiera before. Nor any girl. I assumed it was just the alcohol but when I started to imagine it was Leo I was kissing, I knew it wasn't just the alcohol.
The door squeaked and we both looked up but there was nobody there.
"Hold on, I'll lock it," Kiera said, getting up.
She sat back on the bed and crawled over to me. "Now, back to this."
"I slept with someone tonight," I stated.
"W-what?" She stuttered, moving away from me.
"You heard," I bluntly replied.
She looked at me for a second.
"Who was she? I'll kill the bitch!"
"Well that's just the thing . . "
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I've got to go."
I stood up and walked downstairs and went outside. I sat on a seat that was outside for a few minutes and thought about tonight. I was so confused. I didn't know what I wanted or who I was anymore. I decided I would think about it when I'm fully sober as I started my walk home.
