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51. Cheat

"Oh, come on, Collins. You're no fun," Joshua nudges my shoulder with his elbow and takes the blunt from the slutty blonde girl who is offering it to me.

"I like to keep a clear head," I smirk at him and wink at the brunette across the room, she blushes and turns away. That's right baby, blush.

"Is that why you've got sour lemon vodka in that cup?" He tilts his chin towards my red plastic cup on the table in front of me and then lets out a sputtering cough.

"Ah, this," I grap the cup and knock it back, "keeps me sharp." I have to keep myself from puking it up all over the carpeted ground.

Joshua mutters something in agreement and I finally stand from the sagging couch. People are strewn all over the room- drunk, high, anything really. I walk closer to the brunette and she backs up against the wall as I stand in front of her.

"What are you drinking?" I glance down at her cup and smirk at her.

"Beer," she turns her face towards the keg in the other room and lifts the cups to her lips.

"Looks like you're almost out," I drop one of my hands from where I placed them on either side of her head against the wall to her hips. "Why don't I get you some more?"

"My friend is getting me some lemon sour," she says up to me, her hot breath blows against my lips. Lemon and puke. I hold back my gag.

"Great friend she is," I push my hips against hers, suddenly remembering my goal, "left you all alone at a party."

"It seems that you're helping me out," she moves her hips in a circle and I smirk at her, my eyes catching her tits in the tank top she wears.

"Tamara?" That voice comes from the other side of the wall and throws me off of my game, I step back and the girl in front of me smiles as the girl walks around the wall with two plastic cups in her hands.

"Oh, hi, Landon," she smiles shyly at me and I just blink at her, surprised that she even acknowledged my presence.

"What's up, Paige?" I try to act cool even though my head is spinning. I'm a little drunk and the buzz is getting to me.

"I was just actually about to head out," she mutters, looking down at the boots she always wears. Her fingers latch around the cup so tight that it cracks in her grip.

The brunette I had pinned up against the wall, I know now is Tamara, stands on her toes and whispers something into Paige's ear and winks at me as she pulls back.

"I guess I'll see you both on Monday," Paige smiles at Tamara and then her blue eyes flicker to mine, they look sharp and cold with all of the black make-up around them.

"Bye," Tamara waves her out the room and then her hands are all over my chest, her breath an even stronger scent of lemon vodka.

Now in a small room on the second floor of whoevers house this is, Tamara sits across my legs and kisses down my neck. I fake some moans as I look around the room. It's decorated poorly and mismatched. Her hands rush under my shirt and I almost push her off of me.

I can't get the picture of Paige out of my head and I know that it shouldn't be there. Paige and Ryan broke up last week, it was all that was said around school for the whole week. I wanted to gag at all the girls who were ready to throw themselves at Ryan now that he was single.

What was worse was the pang of jealously I felt when the guys at my lunch table boomed on and on about how great Paige would be in bed and that her tits would fit perfectly in their hands. I wanted to punch them all in the face.