The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|26: I don't know if I should feel butterflies in my tummy right now.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked Jake as he dragged me out the kitchen and into the living room where they placed a makeshift dancefloor. My body colliding with sweaty grinding bodies. Ew. I thought to myself. I knew he was going to dance with me, but he doesn't have to drag me here without my permission. If he would ask the nice kind of way, then I'd be sure as hell to say yes. But why drag me?

"What do you think, babe? Of course, I want to dance with you." he snaked his arms around my waist and he started to sway. Me? Of course, I don't know what to do. So, I moved with him, copying his moves-just my feet. This was weird. The music was so upbeat and more bodies started to join us.

"Go on $&%h dayhdjdd js me." he grumbled, his breath heaving the smell of alcohol. I scrunched my nose, trying to figure out what he's saying. "What?" I asked him.

Argh!

Ew. As more bodies soon to collide with us. I hate in here. The sound hurted my eardrums, the smell of alcohol and sweat mingled, so I still can't focus on what he's trying to say.

Finally, he said it again in repeat, shouting over the loud thumping background music. "Go on a date with me?" He smiled, while my face was emotionless.

"When?!" I asked, shouting it too.

"Tomorrow, dinner!" He yelled for me to hear. I was gonna answer a 'yes' but I remembered I was invited to dinner by Brandon. My stomach clenched at the thought. I don't want to hurt Jake because of turning him down, but I don't want to upset Brandon by ditching him. So I made my decision.

"Uhm, sorry. I had already planned to have dinner with a friend." I answered him, and his smile fade from his handsome face. His blue eyes dropped to the floor. I don't want to upset him. "But I'm free, sunday." I smiled at him meekly. Waiting for his face to look the opposite. Then I saw his blue eyes staring at me, sparkling under the blinking neon lights. He dragged me out the dancefloor and into a space between the living room and dining room.

"Really?" He murmured and I nodded. "Great! I'll pick you up at six, then." He pick my left hand and planted a kiss on it. I don't know if I should feel butterflies in my tummy right now. But, yes...I think I do felt some.

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I was looking for Courtney to give me an update about the plan. Looking everywhere made everything around me sway. I stopped beside the kitchen counter to grab a bottle of water. Someone had beat me to it. A bottle of cold, mineral water was placed on the table.

Brandon.

He gave me a small smile and scooted closer on the seat beside me. I returned his smile and grabbed the water bottle and half-emptied it. "You're blushing." he said. I didn't know I was blushing. Shit, it"s embarrassing.

"It's practically because I'm quite drunk." I answered and he grinned.

"Well, drunk Amy is quite interesting." He took a sip on his beer bottle that was on the table. "Do you mind if I stay with you for the night. You see, Courtney and your friends are busy with your plan---" he said the last part, whispering it on my ear so close. So close it sent shivers that butterflies erupted from the pits of my stomach. Why do I have to feel this? Maybe it was the drinks. Yeah, alcoholic drinks made you feel tipsy. I was just tipsy. "---leaving you alone. So, what do you think?" he continued. I nodded in answer despite the fact that I really hadn't caught on him.

"Cool, let me give you a tour outside." He got up and I followed him. The fully-opened double doors made it's way to a huge garden with a pool size that's like twenty times as huge as my room. The people from different schools were having a blast drinking while dipping in the pool.

"Woah. That is huge pool." My mouth fell open as I took in the view. But all I see was blur. I blinked twice and my sight went normal again. Okay, that's weird.

"I want to ask you something." He said as we walked to a deserted spot and sat down on the lawn.

"Okay, go." I answered, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Are you made at me for what I did to Jake?" I looked at him, shocked. my fingers fidgeted with the hem of the shirt dress-thank god, I was wearing black cycling shorts. Courtney doesn't know about that. Why would he asked ne that? Not that I don't care, it's just I'm not good at expressing my feelings verbally. Sometimes, I say things I didn't mean.

"No, I wasn't mad. Surprised maybe. Why did you punched him?"

"Okay, that's a story for another day. I just wanna know that you're not mad at me for what I did. I'll tell you some other time, but right now, I don't want to ruin the mood." He grinned as he nudge my shoulder. I leaned my head on his shoulder, then he placed his arms over my shoulder.

This felt like a normal thing to do. Well, maybe normal whenever we're in our drunken state.

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