Their Secret

Chapter 4

  I have to type the street name into the GPS in my jeep, because I have no idea where I'm going. We brought my car because I volunteered to drive us all home, so I won't be drinking. It's okay though, because that means I can get completely wasted at the next party.

When we pull onto Fir Street, it's too dark to see anything. There aren't any street lights, and I don't even see any houses. I slow down, hoping to find a driveway somewhere. As I turn around the bend, a huge lit up house greets us with thumping music and colors flashing from all the windows.

"This is it!" Daniel shouts, and claps his hands obnoxiously.

"Daniel, I will rip your dick off. Don't yell like that when I'm driving!" I shout at him, and veer the car up into the filled yard of other vehicles. I double check to lock the car, and then shove the keys down into my bra, along with my phone.

"You guys made it!" One of the kids from homeroom and lunch exclaims from the open doorway. He has a familiar face, but I can't think of his name.

"Max! Told you we'd come. Where do you want these?" Landon says, taking the bag from out of my hands. Oh, Max. That's right.

"Follow me, I'll show you." Max says, and turns back around into the house.

When we get inside, the smell of pot, and liquor burn my nose immediately. The room that would normally be the living room consists of huge speakers, and two large couches lined against the wall. It's so big that there's a huge space left open that people are dancing in. I'm not even sure if dancing is the right word. The girls are either making out with someone or just sticking their asses against the nearest crotch. Along the grungy couches are a group of kids passing blunts and sharing a huge bong. I'll have to make friends with that group, soon.

I turn to the right and there's another room full of people in crazy seating arrangements. There are bean-bags, lawn chairs, yoga mats, and even one of those hipster chairs that hang from the ceiling. It's almost as if they just grabbed the most random chair they owned and brought it.

I awkwardly scoot down the tiny hallway and see it opens up into a massive kitchen. There are kegs lined up along the island, and an overwhelming amount of bottles scattered along the counters. It's heaven for any reckless teenager. Along the wall there is a stack of soda cases that have been ripped open. I grab a mountain dew, and and turn around to go back to where the "dance-floor" was. There are steps that lead to an upstairs, but only God knows what's happening up there.

"Scarlett? Over here!" I hear a familiar voice yell over the music. I turn around to see Lillian waving at me from the front door. She's in a tight black crop top, nike gym shorts, and a flannel. It sounds like a crazy outfit, but she pulls it off and actually looks super hot.

"Holy fuck! You look banging! Where's Andrew?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows at me. Andrew never said what time he was coming, but then again he didn't even tell me he was going to be gone all week. Who knows if he's even in the country right now.

"Back at you! And I'm not sure, he's probably still in France." I shrug. I'm a little upset because I tried to look super good for tonight, and because I wanted to be able to have fun with him. At the same time, I'm happy he's not here because I can't make a fool out of myself in front of him.

"True. Did you mix that yet?" She asks, pointing to my soda can. "Do you not drink or something?" She asks in disbelief.

I shake my head at her, "No, I'm driving me and the boys home afterwards." I say.

"Lame. Everyone usually stays the night at these parties, hence why there's so much shit in the kitchen. We go all night long!" She shouts, and dances her way behind me to the kitchen. I guess I can have some fun then, If we're going to stay here. I'll have to tell Landon and Daniel when I see them next.

I follow her into the kitchen, and grab a bottle of cherry vodka. I pour both that and my soda into a black solo cup. Well, time to make friends with the kids from the sofa.

I leave Lillian to her insane drink mixing, and see Landon has already found my soon-to-be friends. I take a huge gulp of my drink. and stroll over to the group.

"Hey guys, I'm Scarlett." I say, and sit down in the empty spot next to my brother. The group waves at me and introduces their names. I catch a Noelle, and an Evan, but I miss the rest. Landon sets the bong on the table in front of me, and I take a hit, already feeling my body relax.

It's such a weird feeling being high and drunk. The alcohol excites me and gives me an adrenaline rush, but smoking really calms me. I'm a huge lightweight, so I'm usually gone by the first few cups or drags. It's quite funny people tell me.

I spend about half an hour with this group and then one of the guys grabs my hand and drags me to dance. He's not bad looking, his blonde hair is cute swept to the side. He asks me to dance with him in a deep voice, and I nod, starting to swing my hips to the song. By now, I've had a few soda-vodka mixes, and switched to a fancy wine-cooler I found hiding in the fridge.

The tall boy, who's name I don't know, grabs my hips and I put my arms lazily around his neck, dancing to the fast paced melody. We danced to two or three songs, when I feel him aggressively smack my ass suddenly. I cough on my drink, not expecting it. I push away lightly, still being sober enough to have some respect for myself. Of course, he thinks it's a flirty gesture, and he spins me around quickly, sliding his hand up my thigh.

'W-Woah man. Not cool." I stutter out, sliding out of his grip and pulling my dress back down. He smirks at me, completely ignoring my comment. Then, his hand pulls my hair and guides me back to him. He yanks it down, about to kiss me, but then he immediately let's go.

I tighten my hand around my glass, heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. I turn around, expecting to see one of my brothers, but it's Andrew. His muscles are bulging from his black t-shirt in rage, and he gently pulls me behind his back protectively. Andrew is towering over the blonde who I thought was tall. Andrew says absolutely nothing, and the blonde's eyes widen in fear and he literally runs from the room.

It all happened so fast, my brain is still trying to keep up. So, that blonde kid is a nasty drunk, Andrew is here, and somehow scared the piss out of him. Where was he all night? Why did he show up just as something bad was happening?

Andrew turns around to face me, his chest rising and falling at an unnaturally fast pace. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I'm at a loss for words. It hurts to think.

"Sorry I'm late. Had an issue to take care of." He mumbles, grabbing the glass from my hand and taking a sip, handing it back to me.

"Um, it's cool. Thanks, by the way. " I slur, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Yeah, Bryan's a real ass with the ladies. I'd love to snap his neck." He growls out, somehow making it sound incredible sexy. I just nod in response, not knowing what to say. We haven't talked since Monday's class, and then he magically appears at the exact time I need someone's help.

It hurts my intoxicated brain too much to try to think, so I just start dancing to the song that begins playing. Andrew lets out a small laugh, which is a heavenly sound might I add, and then his face drops to a blank stare. His eyes seem to flash a darker color, but it's hard to tell with the already trippy-lights in the room.

"A-are you okay? Your eyes just-" I start to ask him, but he interrupts me.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and begins to walk me away from the dance floor.

"I need to take you somewhere. It'll be quick, I promise." He whispers in my ear, sending an intense wave of chills through my body.