Baby Fat

sixteen

The music blares, and Corrie can't hear himself think. He feels like his ear drums might burst, literally. Being sober doesn't help the problem either.

"Hey, handsome," a girl giggles. She runs a hand up and down Corrie's chest. He rolls his eyes, and pushes her hand off of him. She scoffs, obviously offended, and jumps off the leather couch angrily. Corrie finds being sober very disappointing to say the least.

It's only been a couple of hours but Bradley and Devon are already wasted so bad they're going to have hangovers for the next week. Corrie on the other hand is so sober he feels like a middle-aged man with seven children and no money to buy beer. Putting in simply, Corrie is not a fan of going to a party only to be sober during. It's no fun.

Well, he had a little fun when Devon—who was only slightly buzzed—attempted to give him a lap dance in front of the whole school. Corrie didn't really mind, but he figured to stop Devon before he outed himself. Coming out whilst drunk on top of a hangover would not make Devon a happy camper the next morning.

He pushes hims off the plush and comfortable couch he found refuge in. He grumbles doing so. The search for Devon and Bradley seems impossible from where he's standing

"Hey, baby," a girl giggled. She grabbed Corrie's crotch, which a) he found almost sexually assaulting and b) he did not find hot.

"Find someone willing to fuck you before you grope their crotch." Corrie rolls his eyes as the girl stomps off angrily. It's not his fault that she can't take rejection.

It's not even that he didn't find her attractive because he found her mind-blowing hot. It's just that Corrie didn't want her. He didn't want to have a meaningless quickie with her. He didn't want anyone but Devon, believe it or not.

It's the epitome of terrifying. It's similar to falling off a cliff into an ocean full of shakes and piranhas. Plot twist, the snakes and piranhas have knives as tongues and they're starving, and they're more than ready to devour him whole. It's one of his worst fears. Falling in love is right behind losing Bradley and being kidnapped/raped.

"Baby!" Someone grabs onto his shoulders tightly and lines their ass up with his crotch before backing up onto him. "Loosen up!"

It's definitely a female because no guy he knows has an ass as nice as the one currently grinding on him.

"I'd rather fucking not, mind you." He doesn't necessarily shove her off per se, a walk push perhaps. He continues to walk push people out of his way while on his manhunt for his boyfriend and his best friend.

First, he see's Devon on a kitchen table, with his shirt off and all to ready to strip off his jeans next. Corrie doesn't know if he should stop Devon or let him keep going. He's not Devon's dad, but he isn't sure Devon is going to want to wake up the next morning to know he gave a free show to everybody at the party.

The fact that no one shoved dollar bills into their underwear should set anyone off.

"Oh my fucking God," Corrie curses as he elbows his way through the mob of people surrounding Devon's strip table.

He finally gets to the front to see Devon swinging his hips like he's an active stripper. Corrie had no idea that Devon even knew what a stripper was, let alone know how to dance like one.

"Dear Lord," Corrie mumbles. He climbs onto one of the wood chairs to get onto he table. "Alright, kids, shows over! Go find another person to drool over!"

Everybody groans and ignores Corrie's simple demands.

Corrie tries a different and much more effective approach. "Get all you're asses away from this table before I call the cops and tell them that this party is filled with underage drinkers, illegal drugs, and prostitutes!"