Stolen Kisses And Pretty Lies

Jack Daniels and Detention

I shiver as the night air hits my bare arms. I should've worn the other dress, but I was stupid enough to wear my most revealing one. My feet stumble over themselves as I think of the half bottle of Jack Daniels I drank at Lauren's party.

Well, tommarow morning won't be the greatest. At least I had some fun tonight. Stupid mistakes.

My thoughts alone make me laugh out loud.

"Miss? Excuse me Miss? Miss!" Someone grabs my shoulder. Startled, I swing around and throw my fist. Shaking my hand out I lightly bounce on the balls of my feet waiting for the person to stand back up.

Finally, the years of boxing actually come in handy.

The person stands back up and I realize him from the party. He slowly pulls my phone out of his pocket and hands it to me with one hand up at all times.

"Y-you left this at the party, I just came to give it back to you."

"Are you sure you're not some phsyco-rapist-murder?" I question him, still ify about the way he touched my shoulder.

"I'm absolutly sure. You can trust me on my Girl Scout's Honor!" We both chuckle at his outrageous comment.

"I'm sorry about hitting you by the way. My name's Azaylea Lee, but you can call me Zay for short." I hold out my hand for him to shake.

"Okay, Zay-For-Short. I'm Gray August, but you can call me just Gray." He shakes my hand firmly.

"Nice to meet you Just-Gray. Sorry to go so soon but as you can tell I am not in my sane state of mind and must get home." I hail a taxi.

"I know, I saw you down all that whiskey, and that's why I recorded all of this and saved my name and number to your phone. Goodnight, Azaylea Lee." He turns around and disapeers just how he came, mysteriously and without a glance over his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Gray August." I whisper knowing the only ones that hear me are the light breeze and the taxi driver. I push my shoulders and head in the taxi while telling the driver my address as the early morning colors bolt past the driving car on my way home and to bed.

Uhhhhh. Somebody kill the lights. Gosh, my head is KILLING me. Remind my why I drank a half a bottle of whiskey now.

My phone rings and I groan while rolling over to pick it up.

"What do you what?" I demand the person on the other line without checking who it was. A high pitched squeal is all comes from the other person.

"OMG! You'll never guess what happened last night Zay!!" Another high pitched squeal.

Gosh... my head. This is getting so old.

"Hello, Lauren. Now get to the point. What happened?" My pillow falls off my bed and I reach out to get it. She starts talking really fast but I don't listen.

Come on. Just a little farther. Almost got it.

I roll over on my bed to grab the pillow. Just as I'm about to grab it I fall off the bed.

"Uhhh. Why me??" I say out loud forgetting I was on the phone.

"You have got to be kidding me... You weren't even listening were you Zay? Of course you weren't. Well, anyways, Jack asked me out." She sighs dreamily into the phone.

"Really? I'm so happy for you." I say as enthusiasticaly as possible, which is not at all. She recognizes my sarcasm.

"Way to show your happiness, Zay." She huffs into the phone.