The Blind Date

Party | Two

As I mentioned, Emily and Jen didn't drink, but I did. So I made my way to the kitchen and tossed water bottles to Emily and Jen, while I grabbed the rum and a Coke can to make my own drink. This was always my drink of choice, but I did switch it up a bit every now and then.

"Hey! Y'all made it!" Marcus walked up to us, Mike and Scott behind him.

We laughed and greeted each other.

"So where's your mom this time?" I asked.

"California," he chuckled.

"Why always California?" I asked, taking a drink.

"It's where my grandma lives," he said, getting a beer from the fridge.

I nodded and Emily and Jen had already gotten Mike and Scott's attention. Marcus looked at me, looked at them, and looked back to me. He chuckled and stood by me.

"They seem cozy, eh?" He nudged me.

"Almost too cozy," I laughed.

"Hey!" Ethan walked up to me, hugging me.

"Um... hey," I said completely thrown off and pushed him off me lightly.

Something to know about Ethan, I'd known him since the fourth grade and he always had the biggest crush on me.

"You wanna dance?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm good. I just got here, y'know?" I tried to be nice.

He held his hands up and walked away. Was he high on something? He really had looked it.

"Do you know if someone brought drugs here?" I asked Marcus.

"No, but that doesn't mean that it hasn't happened already," he sighed.

"Oh my gosh, there you are!" Kylie went up to Marcus, immediately touching him. "Been looking for you."

"Well, you found me," he chuckled.

"Come on," he grabbed his hand.

"Actually, I'm just gonna greet, have a couple beers. Later?" He offered.

I had to try so hard not to laugh. That was Marcus talk for no.

"Okay," she chirped, walking away.

Once she was gone, I released my laughter. "Oh my gosh, what are you gonna do?"

"I have no clue," he sighed, drinking his beer. "Maybe if I get drunk enough, I won't care."

"Aw, such a gentleman," I said sarcastically.

"What about you and Ethan?" He asked.

"Nope," I shook my head. "Never has happened, never will."

"Why?" He stood in front of me.

"We're not even together and he's possessively clingy. Can you imagine what would happen if I agreed to be his girlfriend?" I shuddered. "It's scary to think about."

"Well, enjoy the party, I'm gonna go do some stuff I'll hate myself for later," he walked off.

I drank my rum & Coke, wondering how in the world this boy lived with himself.

After about five more, I was wondering the same thing about myself.

I was dancing—most likely, not well—on a table, I'd lost my shoes, and I felt like I might fall very soon, but I didn't care at all. I had my seventh drink in my hand as I made a fool of myself and some idiot guys were getting really turned on. Somehow I was able to remember things when I got drunk.