Indecisions

Shock to the system {Part 2}

"Come on Portia, let me take you home it's been four fucking hours and you need to sleep" I moaned at Portia as she sat slouched against the table.

"No-errr" she grumbled.

"Your drunk off your ass, Tee" I yelled in frustration as she sluggishly lifted her head of the table and mumbled something under her breath.

She was completely out of it. After crying on my shoulder for 30 minutes, then awkwardly having to tell the waitress to leave our food on the table too Portia yelling at the waitress to get her some liquor. Even thought the women new Portia was under age, she knew she was extremely distressed. You could tell by the mascara running down her face and her blood shot eyes. The waitress brought Portia her liquor, but one wasn't enough to drown her pain. One soon turned into ten. And Portia was drunk as a skunk.

"I'll call your Madre, Portia. I will!" I threatened.

"Shut the fuck up" she mumbled into the table. "All you do is talk to-to talk to much shi-t" she slurred, she couldn't even get her words out right.

"Portia. I'm trying to help you here. And all you are saying is that I talk to much shit" I yelled in frustration. "If you don't get up, I'll get someone you really don't like to come and get you"

"Like who? Dana? no chance. The poor boy wouldn't even make it through the door of the building before I cut of his d*** and shove it where the sun don't fucking shine" she slurred, causing me to giggle. She wasn't a giggle, girly, whiny drunk. She was more of a "speak-my-mind" drunk.

"No, Portia I meant Keydon" I inwardly smirked. Considering the fact Portia didn't really like Keydon. But I knew for a fact he liked her. Portia has so much on her mind at the moment I guess she doesn't have time for boys. But every time I would bring Keydon up in a conversation she would make some excuse of how their personalities clash,because they are so alike but so different at the same time. Which I agree with but they could work that out.

"No, not the rude tattoo biker person. He's annoying!" She moaned, sitting up and rubbing her head.

"He's not THAT rude. Just very opinionated" I said while digging in my bag for my phone.

"But he always takes the piss out of my hair" she whined "he calls me a blonde bimbo. Which I don't understand because I'm not dumb. But I am blonde" she slurred

"O-Kay? Well I can't carry you by myself so I need some help"

"Get me another drink, but double this time" she said ignore what I had just said.

"No!" I yelled "I won't get you another damn drink Portia we are going home now... Well right after I take a call" I said dialling Keydon's number into my phone.

It rang for a few seconds before the line picked up.

"What?" A breathless voice snapped

"Keydon is that you?" I questioned as the voice wasn't recognisable.

"No it's Harry Styles calling from LA... Obviously it is me dickhead " he mocked

"Oh good, I though it was one of those crazy boys your friends with" qI said with relief.

"You really think I'm gonna let one of those mad dudes touch my phone?" he asked

"No. Where are you?"

"Dodge a few punches, stealing a few cars. You know same old shit" he said while I could hear the clicking of knuckles down the phone line coursing me to flinch at the revolting sound.

"I'm being serious Keydon. I need your help"

"Fine, I'm at Walmarts getting groceries for my mom. What do YOU want?"