Life Of A Socially Awkward Girl

Chapter 5

As soon as I woke up I realized how big of a mistake I had made.

When I thought about it I wanted to scream and be locked in my room forever, and rot.

~Flashback~

"Drink, drink, drink!" the people around me called as I competed with Logan to finish my beer bottle.

I put my bottle down just before him and cheered, putting my hands in the air and screaming. God it felt good to be drunk.

"Better luck next time, Logan," I told him leaning on the table getting closer as I said his name. I now knew what every girl was talking about. He was extremely handsome. Especially now that his snapback was off and his dirty blonde hair was a mess.

"That's it," he said while pressing me against the wall and quickly kissing me. One thing that surprised me was that I didn't really mind. I just let him.

He like, bit my lip and licked my teeth like a crazy person, but... oddly enough, I still let him.

I let him until he was suddenly cut off my lips by a punch from another person.

My eyes were still closed, soaking everything in. That was one intense kiss.

When I opened them I realized there was a fight going on right in front of me.

Who were fighting, you might ask?

Well, I'll put it this way, the boy who I just kissed, and was apparently pretty thirsty, just punched back my friend from fifth grade. And he was now on the floor.

"Sto-*hic*-op!" I yelled knowing I wouldn't be able to break them up.

One of Logan's friends came in between them and stopped their fighting. I just stood there drunk as a potato and watched, smiling with a double-chin. My hiccups weren't going anywhere either.

I laughed.

"Hey Blake!" I yelled and wrapped my hands around him. "I haven't seen you for -hic- AGES!"

"Lucy? Are you really this drunk? I'm taking you home," he said back looking more sober than ever.

"Noo -hic- oo.." I whined. "I wanna make out with -hic- Logan... Or you." I was suddenly pressed against him having no idea what was coming out of my mouth.

"I'm taking you home now," he put my hand over his shoulder and started carrying me away like I was hurt.

"Wait," I stopped him and ran back. I didn't know why, or what I was doing but I had to make my own choice to fulfill my need of drunk satisfaction. 

I ran up to Logan who was talking to his friend casually, and just kissed him.

When he started kissing back and put his hands on my waist, I felt tingles. I hiccuped in the kiss and he laughed.

But then I pushed him away and ran back to Blake to go home. He stared at me with no emotion as I came back.

"Okay let's go." When I looked back at Logan, he had lipstick stains all over his mouth. He looked at me back and smirked.

When we left the house my ears were pounding and I was about to pee all over the street.

Blake helped me get in the passanger's seat, closed the door and walked over to the other side. While he did I put my seatbelt on and enjoyed the silence by resting my head back.

He opened the door, closed it and started the car.

"I'm sorry I dragged you away, but it's for your own good," he said while he started driving. "The first time you drink, you get drunk after like two beers. So I guess you'll not remember any of this."