The Bad Girl Game

Chapter Four

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Chapter Four

I could smell alcohol all over me. On my clothes, on my breath. The buzz it gave was addictive, despite the taste which burnt its way down my throat. One drink, that's all it took and I was immediately hooked.

Emma was still in the pool, and I was still sat at the pool's edge. I had my third vodka and coke clasped in my hand, and my head was spinning with the most amazing feeling of light and calm - and craziness.

Suddenly, I heard a load cry of "What the fuck?" coming from behind Jake's summer house. "I'll be right back," I said to Emma, then struggled to get to my feet. The last of my drink sloshed over the rim of the cup, and I groaned. I stumbled towards the small wooden hut, with a glass front and glass sliding doors, and well as a cute little veranda. Jacob's mom worked as an artist, and the shed was filled with easels, canvases and paints. I pressed my back against the side of the summer house, focusing with all my might on the muffled words that the people behind were saying.

"Do you think I wanted this to happen, Joe?" The voice was unmistakable. I instantly knew what was going on. The Joseph Carter was the father of Bekky's baby. And by the sounds of things, he wanted the kid even less than Bekky did.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Joe hissed, anger, pain and frustration hinting at his voice.

"I haven't even told my mom yet!" she said. I had known from the very moment that Bekky told me, that this was not going to be a happy pregnancy. "Besides, I knew you'd react like this," Bekky continued. What did she expect from the Class A jock, who seemed to think that he ran the whole of Middleston Heiths High School?

Joe exhaled heavily, and even from his breathing I could tell that his body was writhing with regret for what he'd done. My best guess was that they were drunk and had no idea what they were doing. That was Bekky's usual style. I can still remember her calling me up at four thirty am, aged fifteen, drunk and ready to explain how she'd lost her virginity.

"Look," he said. "We'll figure something out. What do you need? Money? Clothes?" I heard the rustling of jeans, and the movement of paper, and I guessed that he was trying to pay her off, or even try to bribe her into not telling his bitch-turned-creepily-nice girlfriend.

"No. I don't want to be second best to your skank." His skank being Emma. "I'm carrying your child for fuck's sake! Either you want this kid or you don't, but at the moment it's looking like the latter."

Next thing I knew, Joseph came storming out from behind the building, looking more pissed off than I'd ever seen him. His well-built arms were crossed over his broad chest, and a look of contradicting emotions played havoc on his face. Joe's dark, curly brown hair fell over his eyes, and looked suddenly disheveled.

Not wanting to get caught by Bekky, I quickly staggered over to the pool edge, sat down, and dangled my feet in the water. I turned to look at the jock table, wondering if Joe had stayed or stormed out of the party in a fit of rage. He was there, sitting with this fellow members of the football team. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes certainly weren't.

"Oi, Joe!" Emma yelled, after swimming to the edge of the pool and resting her elbows on the white tiles. He turned and looked at her, and the expression on his face was guilty. Emma beconed him over, and he pushed himself up out of the wooden chair, and sauntered towards us. He looked at my chest, then to my face, then to the half-naked Emma who was positioning her breasts so that they rested on the edge of the pool. Slut I thought. Emma's position had the desired effect, as Joe's attention swiftly moved from his own baby, to Emma's breasts. His eyes grew wide, and his "Hey Emma!" sounded dull and husky.

"Hey babe," she said, pushing herself out of the pool and sitting on the edge. Her soaked underwear was see-through, and Joe stared at her longingly. "Would you mind asking Jacob for a towel so I can get dry?" She smiled a sickly sweet smile, stood up and kissed him gently on the lips, before moving to his ear and whispering something inaudiable. Joe instantly perked up and rushed towards the house in search of a towel.

"Now, Tammy," she smiled mischieviously. "That is how you turn a guy on." She bit the corner of her lip and continued to smile. "Just tell him that he can dry you, and he'll be at your waking call!"

EW. No way did I want to hear that. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. It was almost as bad as Bekky's four-in-the-morning-and-drunk descriptions.

I laughed, trying to hide how awkward and uncomfortable the moment had become, at least on my part. Sleepign with your boyfriend seemed to be common grounds of conversation for Bekky and her Barbies.

 Propping myself up on my elbows, I threw my head back and let the gentle evening breeze wash over the contours of my face. I enjoyed the sudden random land of calm that I'd floated into, and savoured the moement; whether it was alchohol induced or not.

I opened my eyes to see Joe's tall body standing next to me, holding a big, fluffy white towel in his arms. Emma stood up, flicking her wet hair over her shoulder. She took the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, slowly and seductively, keeping eye contact with Joe the whole time. Emma smiled at him, before turning to wink and me. I smiled back awkwardly. Joe wrapped his strong arms around her and led her back towards Jake's house. I was once again alone.

My head throbbed with the sound of the bass from the loud music that the DJ was playing. I wanted to jump into the pool and plunge my head underneath the surface just to cut out the heavy sound. Closing my eyes, I focused on the water lapping up my legs. The warmth was somewhat comforting. People were still swimming and splashing around in the pool, sending ripples of water over the edge of the tiles, almost touching my shorts.

"You alright?" Jacob said, appearing next to me holding a large pile of fluffy white towels. He smiled at me, blue eyes twinkling. Jake placed the towels down on an empty deck chair, before rolling up the legs of his jeans and sitting down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me holding me into his chest.

"Jeez, Tammy! You stink of alchohol." He looked at me seriously and I couldn't help but burst out in mad fits of laughter. It wasn't my usual laugh, in fact, I'd never heard a laugh that bad ever leave my mouth.

"Oh, live a little, Jake!" I said, repeating Emma's words to me. Stretching to reach a bottle of vodka lying beside the pool, I unscrewed the red cap and took a quick swig. The liquid burnt its way down my throat, and I coughed and chocked, before whiping my mouth and passing Jacob the bottle. He looked at me, then at the bottle, treating this as if it was the biggest discision of his life. After one more glance at me, he took the bottle from my hand and cautiously let the alchohol slip down his throat. Like me, he coughed and spluttered, before smiling and passing the bottle back to me,

"Wow," he said, placing one hand on his forehead. "This is weird." He grinned wildly at me. I smiled back, tossing the bottle to the side. "Wanna dance?" he grabbed my hand and helped me up, then tossed me a towel. I dried off my legs and followed him inside.