Vodka and Milk Bottles

Chapter 1

'Jesus Lux, did you tan naked all summer?' said Bonnie, as she laughed and shook her head through the skype call.  I was having a skype call with my bestie Bonnie and decided to choose my outfit for tomorrow's party by showing her the ones I had planned. But it was proving rather difficult with Bonnie cracking herself up over her own sarcastic comments about them.

'You won't be able to bend over!'

'What's the purpose of having a zip in the front?'

'What bottoms are you wearing with your top? A dress? As if!'

I felt like collapsing on my bed with exhaustion of her judging of my wardrobe.

'Bonnie, if you don't like anything; WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR!' I yelled at the laptop propped on my king bed.

'Let's go shopping during study tomorrow!' said Bonnie excitedly.

'Can we go during maths? I'm really not up to another lesson with Mr. Wyss and his fractions.' I replied.

'Hmmm. As long as we get back in time for English. Ok?' said Bonnie.

'Awesome. See you then. I gotta go babe.' I closed my laptop lid and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow seemed so far away. And it was a Thursday. So close to freedom but still so long to go. I fell back onto my soft bed and started to pick at my shellac nails. I was bored of them being the same peachy colour but they wouldn't budge. That's what $30 gets you at the Chinese salon.

I reached over and grabbed my space grey iPhone 7. I scrolled through the same boring Instagram posts of being on the beach and eating smoothie bowls that occur continuously in a town like Marchton. Population 10,406. But I swear it felt more like 10.

So, there I was scrolling amongst the many sunset posts (I mean the sun sets every friggin' day people! Must you post it?) when I saw a photo of a fake blond with her hand snaked around Aaron Fontaine's waist. My Aaron Fontaine. Who was this bitch? I was angry I loosened my grip on my phone and it fell right on my eye. 

'Fuuuuuucccc...' I moaned. That's it. I'm covering my phone in bubble wrap. Or perhaps I should just start wearing goggles. 

I rolled over onto my stomach and proceeded from the safer angle. Hmmm... her name was Misty Ryan and after a few minuets on Instagram, Facebook and Snapchat I came to learn she went to the school across the river from us, St Bridgets, liked sushi and Bondi sands, had two sisters and always had giant heels on; which meant she was short. I decided I was safe. She was no competition for me.

Aaron always got invited to St Bridgets girls parties. St Bridget (Fridgit) girls were always keen to have boys from other schools but never the girls, because they couldn't handle us always getting the hotties. Those poor private school rich kids. 

Aaron could normally score me a rare invite but obviously not this time. Aaron Fontaine and I were the IT couple of our school, North River Senior High School, and had been going out for three months this Saturday. Aaron Fontaine was the year 10 hottie; or at least to me he was. He had short cut blond hair and blue eyes and was on the state water polo team. Basically like a super sexy Lucas Till. He asked me out at a party at the end of year 9 and we've been together since. 

He could be a bit of an ass especially when he had had too much to drink but I just ignored him when he was like that. Because it wasn't the real him when he was that far under the influence. His friends could be really painful sometimes too. When he was around them he would sometimes push me to second best. Some of them were all right; like his best friends Tanner and Sam, but the rest were dicks.

When I first met Aaron at the start of Year 9 I didn't like him. I thought he was another boy just trying to get lucky with a pretty girl; not actually capable of feelings. I had seen him being really shitty to other people when they crossed him. Apparently he'd landed a kid in juvi last year after the kid stole a car and scratched the car Aaron had borrowed from his brother. Rumor has it, the kid wouldn't pay up so Aaron dobbed him in. I don't really think he would be capable of that. Not really. But as the year progressed I began to see how sweet he was, in particular me. The fact he bought me a few expensive gift didn't hurt either.

I'd heard him gushing over me enough times to know he thought he was lucky to have me so I felt rather confident he would never sleep with some private school slut. Not that all the gushing was something to proud about. Have you ever heard a guy talk about what you did with him? If you did, you'd know how I feel about it. I mean its not exactly a compliment but at least he was happy about it. I can tell when he does because the day after we hang out I hear his friends low whispering and whistling as I walk past.  At least when girls talk about it we swear each other to secrecy. Actually come to think about it; that doesn't mean that rumours won't spread like wild fire. Due to their constant need for gossip sometimes girls are worse at spreading it. You have to be carful who you gush your sex life to. Never tell school gossips like Elle and Alexa. I made that mistake once and in two hours my phone was bombarded with messages from people in my year about 'what it felt like'. Never again!

After a few more swipes I felt relieved enough over Misty's less than flattering appearance and fell asleep.