Good Girl Gone Bad

12 | You're Not Wearing Any Pants.

Chapter Twelve: You're Not Wearing Any Pants.

Listen To: Still Falling For You By Ellie Golding.

Dedicated to: @lamelexx. For choosing my book over sleep. The greatest sacrifice of all.

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Beer pong, when sober, is the most frustrating, annoying, anger-inducing game in the history of games.

Or, at least, that's what I could tell from Ryan's pissed off face.

When drunk, however, beer pong is absolutely magical.

I'd won eight out of ten games; a miracle considering my blurry vision and unsteady hands. I give credit to my mad nerd skills.

I laughed as my ball cut through the air smoothly and landed in the glass with a small plop. Ryan groaned, turning slightly red in the face and looking to be about two seconds away from crushing his ball.

'Can we go now?' He whined and I grinned at him. 'Now, now, little Ryan. No defeat. No surrender. You will play until you win.'

Ryan grumbled something under his breath and glared at me before turning back to his cup, placed at the end of the room.

Pinching one eye shut and sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration, he aimed his ball at the distant wall marked with a bullseye and threw.

The ball arched through the air, every head in the room following its path in awe.

It hit the edge of the cup and bounced away over the marble floor. Everybody groaned. Ryan yelled a swear. I laughed and threw my ball, barely looking at it.

It landed in the cup. I'd just won my ninth game.

'I AM A BEER PONG AND BEER KEG QUEEN!' I exclaimed loudly, hands raised towards the ceiling as cheers erupted around me.

'That's it!' Ryan threw his head back and downed a beer he had grabbed; Sam filled it to the brim again.

I was too far gone to worry about how we would get home. I just grabbed my own cup, downing it while watching Ryan drink his second. He already seemed in a better mood.

That's when I realized I really badly needed to use the bathroom. 'Pee break!' I yelled out, already stumbling towards a random door looking for a bathroom.

'Second floor!' Someone yelled from the middle of the crowd and I blew a kiss in their direction, changing course towards the stairs.

Ryan frowned towards me, his third beer already half empty. 'I'll come with you,' He said steadily, barely swayed by the drink's effects.

I laughed. 'I don't think that would be appropr- approppa- normal.' I slurred, finding myself unable to pronounce long words any longer.

A feline smirk made it's way onto his lips. 'Oh, I think it would be absolutely normal.'

I redened slightely, glaring at him as I started to stumble up the stairs. 'Piss off,' I mumbled, but found myself smiling slightly as Ryan's laughter followed me up.

The second floor was darker and quieter than the first, most of the party goers having migrated downstairs towards the chaos.

Walking down a barely lit hallway, I chuckled to myself at how much this scene resembled the ones in the movies.

'Hellooo?' I giggled, 'crazy ass murderer? I'm walking down a creepy corridor, you know. It's the perfect time to attack.'

My surroundings were getting blurred, the floor weaving in and out of focus; every corner holding a shadow.