Undercover {COMPLETED}

Arrested (Ch. 6)

     I walk to the exit with my friends. Time for a party! We were all headed to Madison's after party and it was going to be amazing! I never got invited to parties much in high school, so this was exciting.

      People are scattered all across the lawn and I can see mobs of people in the windows. Our group goes in through the front door and a already drunk Madison welcomes us. I see a table of alcohol, even if you were blind you'd know it was there. The place reeked of it. Tons of drunk teenagers in fancy dresses and tuxedos filled the formal living room. I counted 5 couple making out in chairs, 8 making out on the stairs, 3 making out because of dares.

      Jesse and I walk towards the backyard with Mallory. The rest of our group gets drinks. "I'm not drinking. It's illegal," she says. I laugh. "I might, but I won't have enough to me drunk," I say. "I won't have a lot either. That way if someone needs a ride I can drive. I plan on being here long enough for the alcohol to fade out," he says. Mallory looks at us worried and walks out of the house. I see her run up to a group of friends and give out hugs. We turn back towards the entrance. "If we're gonna drink, it better be now," he say. I nod and we walk towards the alcohol table.

     There should only be three people in this room who drink. Jesse, me, and Jacob Fasher. Jacob Fasher was probably older than me. He got held back 2 years in elementary, 3 times in middle, and at least twice in high school. I was 23 and Jesse was 25, so we were plenty old enough to drink. Although, no one in here would know that.

     After a drink, Jesse and I danced to the loud music playing. I get really drunk really fast. But....I also can shake it off pretty quickly. I also don't remember much when I'm in the really drunk state.° I remember dancing, but that's it. I'll just ask Jesse later. My drunk state starts to wear off and I see Jesse in front of me.

      "What happened?" I said. "What?" he asks. "I was really drunk, but I'm good now. It goes through my system really fast," I say. "Oh, um, you talk a lot when you're drunk," he says. I look at him horrified. "What did I tell you?"
I ask. "Well, you told me three things. The first one was the Slade's real name was Gaylord," he starts. "Oops. That's true," I say.

     Jesse chuckles. "You told me that your brother was dead," he continues. "I don't have a brother. I never did," I say. "I guess you're a drunk liar too then. Maybe you lied about this next one too," he says. I look up at him.

       "You told you loved me," he says. I feel my face get hot. I'm probably blushing. "I did? What did you say?" I say. "I'll tell you after you tell me if it's true or not," he says. I look up at him. I really didn't want him to find out like this. We hadn't hardly known each other for a month. I gulp and say, "That's...that's true. I wasn't ready to tell you yet, but it's true. I'm sorry. You don't have t...." I start. He kissed me right then and there. When he pulls away, he keeps his hands on my face. He looks at me, "I didn't respond when you said it the first time. I was a little shocked that you said it, but I love you too. I know that now and I mean it. I love you, Lily Hanko." I give him a big smile and pull him into a kiss. °It was sweet and it lasted a good five seconds. I was so happy, I wrapped my arms around him. "You want to get another drink? Maybe I'll tell you something else..." I say. He laughs and starts walking towards the table.

      I just remember dancing than hearing sirens approaching. I feel an officer pull me over on the lawn. "Okay, missy." he says, "You're obviously drunk. I can give you a breathalyzer and arrest you or I can just arrest you." I snap out of my state. "Arrest me?" I say, "For what?" He looks at me vexed. "For underage drinking," he says.

     I laugh. "I'm not underage. I'm 23," I say. "Than show me your drivers license," he says, not believing a word I say. "Look dude. My name is Lily Hanko. I'm undercover for the FBI. My driver's license says I'm 16 or 17. I don't remember. I can't give you my real license, because it's at my apartment, but I can hand you my FBI badge," I say. He laughs. "Now that is one creative story," he says, "Let me see." I pull the badge out of my clutch. "Wow. This the most impressive fake, I've ever seen," he says. I roll my eyes. "Mind if I run it?" He asks. I shrug, "Go ahead. It'll come up."