How I Lost It?

(3) Lost It To Something Strong

(3) How I Lost It?

To Something Strong At A Party...

He knew I was drunk, yet he still said he loved me. I knew he was drunk yet I still let him stick his pole on my hole. ~ Avery Winter

"What the hell do you mean you're grounded?!" I shout at Payton on the other side of the line while examining a blue and white halter top.

"Grounded as in can't go to Mitchell's party tonight." She huffs disappointedly.

"You're supposed to be my designated driver and make sure I don't do anything stupid while completely wasted." I toss the top on the bed and place my hand on my hips.

"Anything stupid meaning making out with Jake?" She teases and I feel a rush of anger curse through my veins.

"We shall never talk of the cheating devils son." I flounce on my bed.

"Come on Ave, you know you still love him. You can't help but to love him. He's you're first love." She tries to reason with me.

"No I'm not. No he wasn't. He was nothing but a cheating, lying, conniving little snake!" I stamp my foot on the ground.

"You're just hate him because your angry. I'm pretty sure if he came begging on his knees you'd take him back in a heart beat." While she talks I try not to make it obvious that I'm trying not to cry.

"No I won't." I mutter quickly wiping away a tear. "He was a waste of a year and I'm not wasting another. I need you to be there tonight. I need you to be there so I don't go and do that." I sniff wiping my tears.

"How about you just not get wasted?" She offers and I laugh.

"Unless it's a booze free party I'm getting wasted."

Plus, it's not wasted me who'd do something so stupid like that. It's sober me that would.

"Look I got to go, i'll see what I can do ok?" She promises, but knowing her she wouldn't sneak out and knowing her parents they won't allow her to go.

"Alright. I still can't believe you banged our history teacher, and I missed it!" I exclaimed.

"It wasn't like it was during class you virgin freak." She laughed and I smiled.

"Guilty as charged, I want all the juicy details." I twirled my hair around my finger.

"Ok you'll get them promise. Bye." I could picture her shaking her head at her image of me attempting to be freaky.

"Bye." I take my phone from my ear and hang up. I then toss it on the bed as huff. "What to wear what to wear?" I stare absentmindedly at my stuffed closet.

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I stepped out of my jeep and flattened my black mini skirt against my legs. I wore a red strapless shirt that hugged my breast and connected to the skirt. So basically what I was wearing was a dress that zipped in the back.

I decided to go completely commando in hopes to get laid tonight. So whoever the lucky guy was he'd be in for a nice little treat.

Taking a deep breath I walked towards Mitchell's front door with a mission.

Get drunk and get laid.

Multicolored cups littered the lawn. The walk from my car across the street to his front door seemed to stretch forever.

Mitchell was the type of guy who held exclusive parties. You only knew about it by invite and I just so happened to have one slipped into my locker. Mainly because I was Mitchell's closest gal friend who understood him and not wanted sex from him.