Restricted II H.S

Chapter 5

Shaking her head slightly as if she were ridding her mind of any bad thoughts, Sophie places the bottle back down on the floor in the previous position in which it had just been in. I think. Or somewhere around there because my eyes have gone foggy and my mind isn't exactly clear at the moment.

"I shouldn't tonight" Sophie's small voice is barely able to make out. Sighs are released from just about everyone in the group as the disappointment is clear in everyone's eyes.

Leaning down off the coach I shuffle my hand around on the floor, searching for the alcohol. It was such a disappointment that she didn't listen to my instructions, usually people wouldn't hesitate.

I don't know how that makes me feel, enraged? Hurt? Shocked? I am not hurt. I couldn't care less; I just wanted to have fun. Angry is what I feel, I feel angry. Boiling up within me and working along with the liquor that forces my feet onto the ground and standing over Sophie, I stumbled along the way but what I knock over is not my problem.

Before I know what I am doing my arm is outstretched over Sophie's head, I want to pour the alcohol onto her head. Even though I may be completely wasted, I know what I am doing. I want to pour this onto her head because she is pissing me off so fucking much.

She just won't listen to anything! She may be a wimp but she holds her ground, I can give the priss that.

I don't care what happens next. All I am thinking about is pouring the alcohol over her damned head and savouring every lasting moment of it. So I do it.

Tilting the bottle ever so slightly the liquid comes pouring out in a foggy flow of alcohol and sploshing right in the centre of her head, I think.

My hand jiggles around a bit as I am unable to hold it still but it still does the trick. Sophie is sitting there stiff. Why isn't she doing anything? She should have screamed; yelled, or both.

Finishing the bottle off I jiggle it around to rid of any remaining drops and without a care throw it behind me over my shoulder.

I can hear the crash of the bottle smashing into something and breaking into tiny little pieces. I want to look back and see where it landed but I am hanging onto Sophie's reaction, hanging on to whatever she will do next.

Sitting back on the coach I grab another drink and sip at it while I enjoy the scene roll out in front of me. Elissa gasps as Jade stays silent, her eyes following her around watching her every move. Ash sits there with his mouth wide open, much like Nate.

I can't see properly and the spirit dripping hides her tears, but a small sobbing sound is coming from her parted lips, she tries to fend off the alcohol from entering he mouth but I know that there is no escaping from that heavenly smell. I honestly don't know why she couldn't possibly drink because it is the best thing ever.

In a sudden movement Sophie snatches her purse off the floor and makes a dash for it. I would go after her if I could be bothered, but I honestly can't. If I was to go after her it would also make it seem like I care. Which I most certainly don't.

Jade turns her body towards me with a large grin on her face, spread ear to ear "nice work" she says slyly.

I shrug as if to say "it was nothing" and once again bring the red cup to my lips.

Dean hasn't come back since he had left and I begin to wonder if tonight will be one if he comes back at all. I don't want those thoughts to ruin my loopy state of happiness, that shoots such joy through me that I feel as if anything is possible.

Sitting down is getting boring, I want to do something exciting. I want to do something that will send thrills up my spine.

Suddenly and as fast as I can my hand shoots out and grips Jades wrist, she turns to me and raises her eye brows.