Back Again: A Love Story

Chapter 4

There is absolutley nothing better than getting drunk the day your sister's boyfriend walks in on you half-naked. The hammered kind of drunk.

The problem was, it seemed that the beers weren't affecting me nearly as well as they used to. Ya see, one of my best friends in college, Matt, called me Easy D or Easy Drunk. Apparently, I was one of very few people that was sloppy after two drinks. 

I used to hate that particular talent of mine, now I have come to the conclusion that it was a quite useful one. "Meggggg," I giggled, still not as drunk as I wanted to be. "Give me more, dammit. I need to forget him."

Meg wordlessly handed me another drink, shaking her head and smiling. "What you need is to get laid, dipshit."

I stopped the beer at my mouth, slowly bringing it down. "Who?" I asked, not bothering to question her quality plan. 

Meg pointed the neck of her beer towards a guy in the corner. A baseball cap was perched on his buzzed, blonde hair and he was sitting on the side of the couch laughing at something his buddy said. "Kyle?" I asked her, suddenly sobering up.

She glanced at me, "Who else? He's been pining after you for years, Bea. Years. "

I looked over at Kyle again. He wasn't bad looking, in fact, he really was quite handsome. I took Meg's beer, chugged mine and walked over to Kyle, drink in hand and gap-mouthed friend behind. 

"Kyle!" I yelled a bit too loud, hopefully sounding a bit more drunk than I was. I didn't want to give him the idea that this was, in any way, shape or form, serious. I rolled my eyes at myself. I did not need serious right now.

He looked me over, taking in my dark jeans and sparkling top. I had been pleased with how I looked, glad that I felt, for once in a long time, really pretty. "Bea," he half-whispered and stumbled off his seat. "What brings you over here?"

I smile at his obvious nervousness. "A couple things," I tell him, lowering my voice and leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "But first things first," I say. "Come dance with me."

Without hesitation Kyle grabs my hand and rushes me to the dance floor, quickly pulling my body close to his. Unkown music pounds through me, letting it wreak havoc on the poor boy's senses. I push up against him and run my hands along his back. I feel him shiver before I wrap them around his neck. I watch him bite his lip and anxiously slid his hands down my waist, creeping closer and closer to my ass. 

I pull away too soon, flashing him a devious look before walking towards the stairs. His eyes go wide. I'm to drunk to realize he thinks this is way more than it is.

By the time we reach the top of the stairs, he's carrying me and his shirt is around his neck, his bare chest sizzling under my touch. We find the first open door and my shirt soon joins his on the floor. "Kyle..." I whisper, fleetingly glad I hadn't said Jake. 

He silences me with a kiss, gently sucking on my bottom lip and allowing his hands free reign. My own find the button of his jeans. 

I don't think about Jake again that night.

 

Fuckin' hell. That's what my head feels like the next morning. Holy shit. Those are the next words out of my mouth when I realize who's wrapped around me. "Shit. Shit. Shit." I whisper. 

Kyle groans next to me, throwing an arm over his eyes and rolling over. I let a breath out. Fuck.

I quickly find all of my clothes, minus my underwear. They were ripped in half. I don't even want to remember what the hell we did last night. 

I silently make my way downstairs, looking for Meg. I end up tripping over her. "Meg!" I whisper to her. She looks like hell. Her normally made-up hair is a mess. Her make-up is running, not mention that leggings looked like they were stuck up her ass. She groggily opened her eyes and moaned. "What the hell, Bea?" she coughed at me. "I'm trying to sleep!"

I stood up and held out my hand. "Give me your keys, I need to go home."

Reluctantly and surpsingly without arguement, she handed them to me. "Call me when you want me to get you," I tell her before I leave. 

I walk out of the house, hoping Kyle doesn't notice my absence or my lack of dedication to the relationship he probably thinks we have now. 

 

I find her car quickly enough, a beat-up old ford thats lasted through high school and college. God knows how, that thing has been through hell and back. I crack the engine without hesitation and make the drive back home, a mear ten minutes by red, ford pick-up truck.

I park the car in front of the house and make my way towards the house, gently enough not to wake any. The truck had said it was around nine, but that clock had never been right. Hopefully everyone is still asleep. I take the back door because the front squeaks and climb the stairs as not disturb anyone.

I can see the door to my room, now. The faded sign that Susan had made when I was Junior still pink and black, and just by looking I could tell that someone had been in my room. The door was slightly ajar, something I never did. My door was always closed. Always. 

What I didn't really expect was to find Jake coming out of my room.

Well, damn. This boy is just full of fuckin' surprises. 

"Why were you in my room?"

He turns to face me, slowly. "I, uh- needed, uh-"

"Wrong answer, moron. I will ask one more time. What were you doing in my room?"

He glared up at me, looking even hotter when we was somewhat angry. "I needed to talk to you."

In most situations, I would probably melt into a puddle, as usual, because he was talking to me. I would probably be weak-kneed just at the fact that his mouth was forming words at me, instead of around me or through me. "About what?" I finally asked.

He cleared his throat and whispered something I couldn't hear. "What? Speak louder, Jake."

Suddenly, he seemed to find his feet rather interesting. "I need you to- uh- go out with me."

If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me that question I would probably be dirt poor. I started to laugh, like full-blown, belly laugh. "No, seriously. What?" 

Jake looked up at me and bit his lip. "I need you to go to my company retreat with me. I can't take Susan. It's just- she... she isn't cut out to do this sort of thing."