Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 23

I just got my first inhale of nicotine when I feel my butt get slapped. Now, I will not lie so I can admit I have a nice butt. Or so I've been told. But I was like, just touched. By a pervert. I turn around to see a really attractive man smirking.

"What are you looking at?" He asked. Really? He just walked up to me, smacked my butt, and asked what I was looking at.

"Nothing special." I respond

"I love a girl with a smart mouth. What's your name, Sugar?" The stranger took a step closer and I felt really short all of a sudden because I had to look up to him and he had to look down to me. His words were also slowed. Not like drunk slowed but like drug slowed. I think I just found common ground.

"I think you just told me my new name." He doesn't need to know my real one. He could be... oh I don't know... dangerous.

"Yes, Sugar fits you nicely, don't it? Bitter sweet like your lips," He's flirting with me. Now he's so close I can feel his body heat. When I look up to meet his eyes, I see them jump up a little quickly. This stranger was staring at my boobs! It takes every muscle in me not to smack him. I squeeze the wooden deck rail instead. "What do you say you come back to the party?"

"I would love to if I could know your name." If he wants to get in my pants, I need his name. I think that's fair.

"Hmm... if you're Sugar, then I'll be Vanilla. The two sweetest things in the world."

"Actually if you taste straight up vanilla it's quite bitter and bad." I point out.

"Bitter sweet, and bad? Sounds pretty sexy to me." Vanilla says.

"Alright let's go to the party" I suggest.

We dance, grind, drink, smoke, and so far I'm enjoying myself. We shot up with cocaine until we couldn't see straight. It's getting really heated and the buzz in my ear just gets louder with the beat of the music. I don't know what time it is, where I am, or really what my name is. All I know is that I have a beer in my hand, and I'm grinding on a guy that calls me Sugar. Is that my name? I like Sugar. I think I'll say it out loud.

"Su-gar!" I shout fairly loudly and giggle. That was so funny! I'm gonna say it again. "Shhhu-gar!" I yell and dive into a fit of giggles. I turn around to the guy who was recently gripping my hips and hug him. "Sugar!" I shout in his ear. The man cringes and that makes it even better. I say it over and over again until the word runs together and I can't tell the syllables apart.

"Oh you like that Sugar? Suuugar," He moans in my ear. Who is he? I hear the music turn again and on comes Whistle by Flo Rida. "You hear that Sugar? Can you blow my whistle, baby?" He asked in my ear. I don't really know who this man is anymore, and frankly, I don't care. However, he is very attractive, so that's a plus.

"Oh yeah I can blow your whistle!" I just wanted to answer his question and I do so loudly.

"No you can't!" He says.

All of a sudden, I get really mad and defensive. I can blow it! I know I can! So once again, I insist that I can blow his whistle, and can very well.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." He says.

"I will!" I scream in his face.

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A few hours later

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I wake up. My head is pounding. I sit up in just enough time to empty my guts all over my sheets. Wait, sheets? Where am I? I look around to find fresh vomit, and empty bed, and it seems that I'm I a bedroom. I rub my eyes and start to come to my senses. Okay... #1 do not lay down your hand for they are now slick with puke. I slowly get up, trying not to slosh vomit all over my... naked?... body. Why am I naked? I do not sleep nude. Also, this is not my room. Since when did I have such bad hang overs, too? Their usually not even here. Usually, my body doesn't ache so much in the morning, either. I stretch my back, twist, and reach for my toes before I notice that my croch really hurts. Like I pulled a groin muscle. I find some undies and my bra on the floor and put those on. Wow it looks like someone just had... oh. It was me.

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I know I don't really updated that much or often but that's because I don't know if anyone really keeps up with my book or even likes it. I mean, this is my first one, but it's not one I'm really proud of. I want to be known for my other books

"The Diary of an Ordinary Girl" and

"My Faith Story"

Those are the books I really pour my heart into. So if you're reading this PLEASE I'm begging you. PLEASE vote, comment, or message me. Something to know if I should continue. Some sort of life. If I get nothing, then I will be deleting this book and focusing on my others. Please show some sort of life! I need it!