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I Think You've Had Enough

Tonight, is the party at Renn's, so Scar has decided to help me get dressed for it. Bad idea. She has made it her mission to make me wear a very short dress with very large heels. The dress would look better if it wasn't so short that it is almost showing everything and I know that if I wear the heels I am going to fall and bust my ass. We argued for about 20 minutes when eventually we came to a compromise about what I was going to wear. We decided on a pink tank top and black, cut-off jean shorts. Whereas Scar went with the outfit that she originally picked out for me.

Scarlett drove and said that she would be the D.D. because she didn't want to get drunk, especially since Deran is going to be there and would probably be drinking. When we arrived, the party was already in full swing. Scarlett knew Renn well enough and apparently, Craig and her used to be a thing. Who hasn't Craig hooked up with? We walked into the house and there were people everywhere; on the dance floor grinding on each other, in the kitchen drinking, in the living room smoking weed, and even outside just smoking in general.

"Hey, Layla! Scarlett!" Craig pushed his way through people trying to greet us. We all made small talk for a little while before Deran came up to us and took Scarlett to the dance floor. That left Craig and I alone, until he spoke up and asked me if I wanted a drink.

"Yeah sure."

"Come on." Before I got the chance to respond, he grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. I was handed a red cup fill of some kind of alcohol, at least it tasted good.

After having way too many drinks to count I walked with Craig back to the main room and eventually to the dance floor. I started moving my hips when I felt two large hands on my waist. I looked over my right shoulder and smirked because I saw Craig's face very close to mine as he rested his head on my shoulder, which I'm surprised he could do because of how tall he is compared to me. His body was pressing against my back, so I did as any other drunk girl would do and I started grinding on him. We danced for a while and with a boost of confidence, I turned around in his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck while still dancing. His hands moved from my waist to my ass very gradually hoping that I wouldn't notice. Craig lifted his head to look at me, his head previously resting in the crook of my neck, and as we made eye contact and his eyes kept moving from my eyes to my lips and back. We both leaned in enough to where I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Just as he was about to kiss me, I realized what I was about to do and I moved back. I wouldn't do that to Nicky (no matter how much I don't like her), I will not be a homewrecker. I know how it feels to be cheated on and I won't do that to someone else. Even though I was already very intoxicated, I decided to head back to the kitchen to distract myself with more drinks.

I knew I shouldn't do any shots but there was a guy that was just handing them out and I didn't want them to go to waste. I ended up doing three shots with him, which I'm going to regret tomorrow morning.

Once I finished taking shots, I noticed Nicky kept glaring at me. I guess she saw me dancing with Craig. He eventually came into the kitchen and came over to me to pour himself a drink. As he was pouring, he turned to me with a smirk on his face and winked and I felt my cheeks get hot so I just took a drink out of my cup to hide my blush. When I looked up I saw that Nicky was still staring so I stared right back at her because I'm getting kind of pissed off now. Craig noticed me staring intensely and turned to see what I was looking at. Right as he saw it was Nicky, he started making his way over to her.

Before he went too far though, he looked back at me, "I'll be right back. Don't leave, this will just take a sec," he assured me. Craig walked up to Nicky and I could tell that they were arguing by the way her hands were moving; and it was most definitely about me since she kept looking and motioning at me. I mean it's not my fault that Craig started dancing with me, although I didn't push him off which I guess might be just as bad. I my defense I was already kind of drunk.

I was deep in thought and didn't notice their argument getting worse until I looked up again and saw Nicky push Craig's chest and storm out of the house. Craig was trying to calm down and walked over to me. I wordlessly handed him my drink and made myself another one. He downed it in one gulp and got another.

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I kept drinking like this for a little while longer until I started stumbling more and more, whereas Craig was pacing himself and wasn't drinking nearly as much as I am. We were talking to a small group of people when someone made a joke, I was laughing so hard to the point where Craig had to catch me because I almost fell over.

"I think you've had enough to drink tonight. Do you want me to try to find Scarlett?" He leaned me against the kitchen counter and I shake my head.

"No I'm fine, I jussssst wannnna partyyyy!" I slur my speech as I try to move away from Craig's hold on me, but fail miserably by falling back onto him.

"Yeah sure, I'm going to find Scar."

Craig came back about 10 minutes later, I think, and told me that he couldn't find Deran or Scarlett and asked if I wanted him to take me home. My buzz had calmed down quite a bit and nodded, Craig then helped me up and brought me out to his car; however, every time he asked me how to get to my place I just mumbled, so he just took me to his. He turned on the radio to some random station and let the music be background noise. I put my head on the window and just listen to the radio. Somewhere between the time I got in his car and when we got to his house, I fell asleep in the front seat.

When I woke up again I was being lifted up from the car into his arms; and if I wouldn't have been so drunk, I would have been blushing from how I could feel his muscles around my smaller frame. He struggled to open the door, but when we finally made it inside. Craig placed me softly on a bed, covered me with a blanket, and left the room. He made his way back to where I was on the bed and Craig placed a water bottle and pain medicine on the table next to me. He told me to drink some of the water and to take the Tylenol. After I did this without spilling too much water, I put it on the bedside table.

I still had my shoes on, so Craig decided to take them off for me since there was no way that I could take them off myself. He smoothed out my messy hair before getting off the bed to leave. I grabbed his wrist before he got too far and he looked back at me. I just tugged on his arm and muttered, "Stay" so quietly you almost couldn't hear it, but he did. He contemplated whether or not to leave, but decided to stay with me. Craig quickly changed into gym shorts and took off his shirt and climbed into bed. While he got comfortable I got out and grabbed the shirt he had just taken off and changed into it. I settled back down on the bed and went to sleep with the smell of weed and cologne from Craig's shirt.