This Crazy Life

Chapter 3

The boys will be introduced soon. Just so we're clear Gracie is a sophmore so is Emmie and Allie. Haha I don't know if I mentioned that.

Emmie's POV:

After Gracie and I split up, I went to look for Ben. Ben is a preppy, straight-A golden boy who has had my heart since the fourth grade. His dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His tan skin and chisled body. I melt when I look at him, and he knows it. Ben spots me wandering towards him and saunters up to me, offering me a beer. "Thanks." It's already been opened so I take a sip. "You look gorgeous tonight." Ben looks me up and down and bites his lip. I smile flirtatiously and take a few more sips of my beer, it tastes better than usual, maybe Ben put something sweet in there just for me. After some more flirty remarks and around three more beers, Ben grabs my hips. He pulls onto the dancefloor which is really just Blake's living room. I wrap my arms around his neck and we dance. We dance for what feels like hours, so close to eachother the not even a piece of paper could fit between us. I'm wasted, he's wasted. We kiss. He kisses my lips roughly, then makes his way around my jaw line and down my neck. I smile and laugh a little bit. We stand there making out for a while, then Ben picks me up. He takes me upstairs and sets me on a desk in someone's bedroom. I wrap my legs around him and continue kissing. He slides his shirt off, and suddenly I'm nervous. I'm still a virgin, and I want to stay that way until I'm married. It's what my mother wanted for me, and she passed away before we came to America. I promised myself when she died that I would never take off the purity ring she gave me, that I would never break her trust. I start pulling away from Ben, uneasy. "What's wrong, Emmie?" He whispers into my neck. "Ben I don't feel well I want to go downstairs and get some water." I try to pry his arms off of me. It's true that I don't feel well, since I finished my last beer I have been feeling tired, my limbs are heavy. I thought I was just wasted, but now I'm not so sure. I try to walk away but find that I can't move. "You really liked those beers I gave you didn't you sweetheart?" Ben asks me sweetly. "Would you like some more?" He pulls out a bottle of white pills and laughs softly to himself, then picks me up and sets me on the bed. "Now just relax baby." He smirks and draws closer to me. I know that no one is going to rescue me now.

Gracie's POV:

The boy looks at me through dark lashes at lets out a soft chuckle. "You spilled your beer all over yourself, and you're totally wasted." I smile a little bit and slur out a line from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. "One drink makes him foolish, the second makes him mad, an dthe third drowns him." I'm about to continue my quoting but the boy cuts me off. "Go and find the coroner, and let him consider the case of my cousin. He's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned." I look at the boy quizically. "I wouldn't have thought a boy at a party like this would know Shakespeare like that." He smirks a little. "I could say the same to you." He is beautiful. His hair and his eyes match perfectly. I can practically see his abs although he is wearing a Bastille T-shirt and dark jeans. He looks incredibly familiar, but my drunk brain can't recall where I've seen him. I step closer. "What's your name?" I ask as I place my hand on his arm. "No names. Names give people identities and identities make everything complicated." He grabs my hips. "Now lets dance." And we do. We dance for hours, never leaving eachother's arms. 

I wake up the next morning in a strange bed with a poudning headache. I'm in a small room with red solo cups all over the floor. Through the open door I can see someone passed out in the hall. Memories of last night come flooding back to me. Blake's party with Emmie, seeing the three weeds (Ricky, Christina, and Al) again. I suddenly remeber the beautiful boy I met. What happened between us? We were dancing, then we were kissing, and then... "Oh." I say out loud. We came up to this room, and we were making out. I start to feel panicked. I must have been VERY drunk to let it get that far. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My hair is a mess and my skin is blotchy and red. Then I look down at my shirt. Except it's not my shirt. It's that beautiful boy's Bastille T. "Crap," I exclaim. How did I ever let things get that far? I need to find Emmie and get the hell out of here.