What About Me?

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Peyton's pov:

Okay, so you know how at parties they say to get hammered to fulfill the best night of your life? Yeah, I've not got hammered, just a bit tipsy and I'm still enjoying it, so it's acceptable.

And I'm only tipsy because of Eric. Yeah, let's blame Eric...

"Eric, I'm going to go look around, I'll see you in a bit, okay?" I shout over the loud house music currently being blasted from the very fancy speaker system Patrick asked our dad to set up specially for the party.

I faintly hear Eric reply "Okay" but the main thing that gave it away was his grin him giving me a thumbs up.

I casually wonder around the party, inspecting everyone's drunk actions, for example, the boy Aston I vaguely remember from school doubled over a very expensive looking vase, emptying the remains of his stomach (if there's even anything left).
Also, to my absolute surprise I spot Leah grinding and trying to twerk against another guys crotch. What a sight to behold right?

As I continue walking I take in the scenery surrounding me that doesn't include any drunken teenagers, like the glistening disco ball, lighting up the room with all sorts of enduring colors.

And the alcohol table that was beforehand set up neatly, but now there are Solo cups and glass bottles scattered around, littering the floor too.

I look over to the shelves, seeing all the small nautical items my dad has collected from all the countries he visited whilst touring with his football team.

Trust me, there's a bigger collection at home.

Before I can take in another area, I bump into a tall, hard person; pulling me out of my reverie. Looking up slowly, blushing slightly of embarrassment, I notice it was actually Jay, laughing a bit and grinning down at my clumsy self.

Wait, Jay laughing at me? Why? Ah, he's drunk, of course.

"Mind where you're going midget" Jay jokes, offering me his hand which I grab, even though I'm not sure where he's leading me.

After a while of weaving in and out a sea of people, we end up in the front deck of the yacht where a collection of people are streaking and talking loudly. Obviously something I definitely want to see on my dads boat. Note the sarcasm.

Wait...

"Jay, we're not streaking are we?" I ask, slowly backing away, no way am I getting involved.

"What!? No! No way, up here, see" Jay points to the top deck, virtually invisible as me and Patrick were too lazy to decorate it with fairy lights. It's barricaded off anyway so there really was no point.I laugh, following Jay towards our destination."How is this fine, beautiful specimen doing on this once-in-a-lifetime night?" He asks in a flirty, drunken manner.

This is weird, why is he acting like this?

We continue to stroll over to the ladder to the top deck, still talking but being more flirtatious than usual.

I like it...Wait no I don't! *Mentally slaps self*

"How come you brought me up here then, you alcoholic?" I tease lightheartedly.

"Why do you think? And I'm the alcoholic?" He laughs, making me want to get a whiff of his of his strong, cider scented; yet also minty warm breath as I feel it tickle the side of my face, indicating that I am probably more drunk that first thought.