All My Doubts; Minecraftfinest (MCfinest) FanFiction

CH30: I'm Not Drunk

I glance up at the microwave, checking the time plastered on screen. 11pm; when is this party actually going to start?

"Luke!" I screech from the kitchen, hoping he could hear me.

"What?" He answers, sauntering down the staircase.

"When is this party starting?" I reply briefly, watching him walk towards me.

"Any minute now, calm down--why are you so into this party anyways?"

"I don't know, I just am." I respond, grimacing at the question.

"Is your long distance boyfriend coming or something?" He snickers.

I roll my eyes sarcastically, "how'd you know?"

"I can tell," Luke replies, facing me with an award winning smile.

I shake my head slightly, "can I ask you something?"

"Go right ahead."

"How many girls have you banged?"

"What?" He asks, wanting me to repeat myself.

"You know--how many girls have you had sex with?" I repeat.

"Why do you want to know, do you want to see if you have a shot at it too?" Luke questions jokingly, biting his lip seductively.

"I just want to know how many times a guy like you has done 'it'," I shrug casually.

He laughs slightly, "a guy like me?"

"Yeah, you know--like the 6-pack, gleaming eyes, muscular, bad boy kind of guy."

He smirks, "less then you'd think."

"I'm thinking 4 different girls a week," I reply, my eyebrows arching.

"Less," Luke takes a step closer to me.

"We're playing this game now?" I sigh.

"Mhm," he moans, skimming his hands over my shoulders, sending a shiver to run through me.

"2 different girls a week?" I ask unknowingly, watching his dark green eyes wander the room.

"Something like that," he answers, finally sliding on the pants he's been keeping in his hand for a while.

"Really--" I start, getting cut off by the sudden sound of the doorbell.

Luke strides over to the door, opening it to a group of teenagers who stumble into the mansion, beers in hand.

Within minutes, the place was packed with alcohol-reeking teens, leaving me alone to ponder the party.

I stutter back into the living room, pushing through crowds of drunk people, making sure i don't stand somewhere too long or I'd be pinned against a wall in seconds.

I turn the corner, shoving couples with tongues down each other's throats out of the way; while grabbing a beer from the countertop and chugging it down my system.

But before I could get to the kitchen for another drink, someone snakes their hands around my waist from behind, pressing their body right to mine.

"Get the fuck off me," I practically shout over the loud chatter surrounding me.

They only tighten their grip before muttering something under their breath.

"I said, get the fuck away from me," I repeat, louder this time around.

"Chill," a familiar voice comforts, "it's just me."

They turn me around in their arms, as I take a deep breath.