The One Who Spoke Back

Chapter 6 - Dates and shots.

(Let me BLESS your human eyes a little.)

It has been two weeks now since my 'little' sleepover with Jax. And to say that things have been awkward would have been an understatement.

Jax has been so distant. I honestly feel like I haven't talked to him at all, although I do sit with them at lunch.

Today was a Friday and LAST period at that. I said my goodbye to Axel and he responded with "I'll pick you up at 8." You see we were going to some party together. I was only going because Axel wanted to make some chick jealous. I already pointed out the obvious that being: no one would believe that someone like Axel would go out with someone like me. I mean I love myself but at the same time, I have got to stay true to myself.

P.E. WHY?!

As soon as get into my short shorts and tight as hell white shirt I get out of the field. What schools don't understand is that if you have hips and thighs like me these shorts are DEATH. I have thick thighs and yes, I have stretch marks and yes, I have darker spots on me and it is perfectly fine. Suck on that shitty ass school!!!

Well anyway, there I was on the field under the September sunlight feeling hella uncomfortable in my black shorts when a hand hit my round behind. I turned around ready to slap and all when someone grabbed my hand and gave me a little kiss on the nose.

"Max, what the hell?"

"What peaches? I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself. You were walking there with that beautiful behind."

"Well does it say public property on my ass? Because everyone seems to be touching it lately."

"Oh peaches, don't misunderstand me. I am the only one who should touch that behind."

"Heh suuuuure."

"No, I mean it, Thea. I want to take you out on a date. Tomorrow at 8. Be ready."

Max demanded before picking up his pace. I thought I was pretty safe when Max was a few feet before me but then he turned around and gave me one of his winks.

Soon after school was over, Axel made his way over to my car and everything returned to normal.

I dropped him off at his house and went to mine to get ready for the party. Axel was coming in three hours to pick me up.

I took a long ass shower and then went into my room to pick out what to wear. I picked a simple outfit. A black dress which hugged all my curves and let's be for real I also had spandex. Every 'curvy' girl wears them, let's be for real. I hated them because they squeezed the life out of me but they made me look like I had an hourglass figure so I can't complain.

I was doing my makeup which consisted of a perfect eye liner wing on my right eye and a wannabe wing on my left eye. I also had my favorite red lipstick on. I looked at the clock. It was just about to turn eight so I figured that Axel should be here and soon enough the doorbell rang.

I ran down the stairs holding my black heels in my hand because I'm not stupid and realize the fact that I'm REALLY clumsy.

"Heyyyy sexy beast!" I yelled at Axel. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Right back at ya'. If you're ready to leave, then shall we gorgeous?"

Axel and I arrived at the party pretty soon. It was pretty typical. A little cliché, if you will. Girls with makeup on their face screwed up because of the alcohol in their system and on their clothes. Guys trying to grind on any and everything.

"Axel, you wanna drink something?" I asked over the loud music. I was no stranger to alcohol. I loved me so vodka orange juice and SHOTS. Ahhhh, the best way to forget, literally anything.

"Of course!" He winked. Axel was always a flirt.

On our way to the kitchen, Axel saw a few friends which earned him a couple nods and I saw Max who seemed rather amused to see me there. But honestly, the only thing catching my attention was the absent state of Jax.

While trying to get through the mass of teens dancing, Axel held my hand but I didn't feel the tingles I felt when Jax touched me.

"So Thea do you want a water or some juice?" I was a little offended that Axel assumed I wouldn't drink. Is there some rule that girls can't or shouldn't drink? Because FUCK THAT.

"Yeah, I'll have a water with a side of about 10 shots of straight vodka or tequila. I don't really care, either is good. But Axel if you ever assume I'm one of those healthy, non-drinker bimbos, I will take your dick and break it in half." Right after I gave him a wink which left an amused looking Axel and Max who I knew followed us into the kitchen.

I turned to face Max and asked: "Care to join peeping tom?"

"Only you Thea. Only you."

So like every drunken mistake we started doing shots. I did one, Axel did one and Max did one. We went on and on until Axel passed out on the floor. It has been only two hours and he was out cold already.

"Hahaha Max you want to give up or you wanna continue?" I slurred my words because no one is invincible when it comes to alcohol.

"Oh, I'll never quit, peachhhhh..." He couldn't even end the word before he too passed out slowly sliding onto the floor.

'Ahhhhhhhh how am I going to carry these two home?' I thought to myself. And then I did the only thing I could think of. The only thing that made sense and if I got to see Jax that would be a plus, right? He surely wouldn't be mad, riiiiiight? I even laughed at the thought of him not being mad. I mean he was always mad.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I dialed his number. It ringed twice before he answered and before he could say anything I started rambling: "Oh my! Jax? So sorry to disturb you at this time and on such a loooooovely night but I'm here with Axel and Max and they are both passed out and I can't carry them both, as a matter of fa..fact, I can't even function as a normal human being myself at the moment, so I would appreciate it loads if you could come to the party and help me get these boys and me to my house and again I'm sorry for calling you this late and for saying and so many times and..."

I think I heard him chuckle but I might have been dreaming. He ended my monolog with a simple "I'll be there in five and DON'T go anywhere with any boys."

I felt all fuzzy inside because he cared about me. He cared about me, the fat girl? I know that everyone assumes I'm all confident and stuff but still, everyone feels self-conscious sometimes and most curvy girls more than normal people.

"Okay, but why would you be jealousss?" I joked but really, it was the tequila talking.

"YES! I mean no. I mean I don't know. Whatever Thea I'm driving. Bye."

And with that the like went dead but it sure left a smile tugging on my lips.