Run Girl, Run

°°Chapter Twenty-Four°°

I dared to glance to my left, catching sight of two possibly drunk girls making out. I felt vomit rise in my throat, and I pulled a face, struggling to force it back down.

Ben and Everett seemed completely unfazed. They slipped right in, moving their body to the blaring music, already clutching a cup of punch (from what I hear, the punch at parties are always spiked!).

     “Excuse me, sorry, can I get by?" I shoved my way through the ridiculously dense crowd, trying to reach an available spot to sit. I slipped into a seat at a mini bar, where people were already playing Lord-knows-what. Every time something went wrong, the loser chugged another cup of vodka.

     “I won again!" the victor slurred. "Can't nobody beat the CHAMP!" A hand wrapped around my hip, and my head whipped around, coming face to face with Everett.

     “What? Everett get your hands off me!"

     “What's wrong baby doll? Scared of a little party?" His breath reeked of alcohol, and I held my breath to avoid the stench. He slammed his cup down, beer sloshing over the sides.

     “Give 'er here!" he hollered, and the man tossed him the ping pong ball. I cocked my head in question, but Everett paid no attention. Everett caught the ball effortlessly, then lobbed it forward. Clink! It landed square in the cup on the other end of the table. The small crowd that gathered around the table went into a wild uproar. Everett smiled his signature grin that made the girls stupid. The opponent scoffed and snatched up the ball. He drew his arm back, silencing the crowd. He hurled the ball towards the cup. Miraculously, it missed, and the opponent scowled and spit on the floor. I cringed in disgust. What a slob!

     "What'er ya grinnin' like that fer? You feel special or somethin'?" the loser said, gritting his teeth.

 

     “Well, I won, didn't I?" Everett leaned way back in his seat, his confidence swelling as big as a balloon. I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I forgot how huge his ego was.

I looked at the opponent to see what his come back would be. But he just stayed silent. Instead, he looked at me. I shifted my eyes to avoid his gaze, but he wouldn't let up.

     “Come on, Everett. Let's go." I muttered, dragging him away from the rowdy crowd that was chanting his name.

     “Aww, babe, don't be such a party pooper!" he pouted, crossing his arms. I sighed and massaged my temples. He was starting to give me a head ache something fierce.

He swiped a cup of punch from someone's hand and shoved it in my direction.

     “Here. Have some punch. It'll make you feel better." he said with a wink. I raised a brow at him. "C'mon! My hand's getting tired!" I shrugged and reluctantly took the cup from his hands.

What can I say? Curiosity got the best of me! I mean, it's my first party, and what's the worst that could happen?

__________________________________________õthørš Nøtë

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