I...I Know You Hate Me

Chapter 5

Music danced through the halls of the large 4 story house. Not that it had much space to, as teens pretty much filled every possible square inch. Even though Karrie would have murdered me with her own two hands if I hadn't shown up, I still wanted to sneak out and run to the safety of my apartment. 

Why did I even want to come here in the first place?

I didn't have time to answer my own thought because Karrie welcomed me in a suffocating hug then proceeded to drag me to the drinks table. As we approached the table, I watched in awe as a blonde haired ball of rage- keep in mind, only 5'3" - took a 6'3" jock by the collar to scream at him.

"I don't even know who this girl is," she gestured to the trembling teenage girl behind her, "but she clearly does not want you groping her like that. C'mon dude she said no like 3 times " By this time, she had gathered an audience of teens with phones recording everything. "If you wanna get something wet so desperately, why don't you let me help you." She then took the 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew and poured it directly on top of him, soaking him instantly. She then turned to the girl and offered her another 2 liter bottle of soda, presumably to drench the asshole even more, to which she declined. The girl did however thank her heroine and quickly left the party. 

Blondie then turned to walk away but saw Karrie and lit up.

"KARE BEAR!"

"MOONSHINE!!!!!!"

I winced at the volumes that they shrieked each others nicknames. 

"SOMEBODY EXPLAIN!" I shrieked as loud as I could which caused them to turn to me.

"Oh this is Moonshine! I've known her for like ever" explained Karrie.

"My real name's Sam but everybody calls me Moonshine." 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Niko but everybody calls me Niko. That was fucking amazing by the way."

"It's no big deal. Kinda like my job at these events. I don't usually go to parties. Not really my forte. Unless I get dragged here by friends."

"Ugh I hate parties"

"Lemme guess" she turned and gave Karrie a suspicious look.

"Yup. She made me come with" I rolled my eyes at her.

Karrie poured some sort of alcoholic cocktail into three solo cups. She skillfully lifted all three cups at once, offering one to Moonshine and one to me. Moonshine declined, which surprised me for some reason.

"I don't like to drink at parties" She explained.

"Fair enough," said Karrie as she turned to me. 

"Do I have to?" I asked

"Of course not. But you were the one who said you wanted to let loose tonight. Just saying"

Without responding, I snatched the solo cup away from her chugging the bitter drink until the cup was empty and I was searching for more. Karrie looked at me with a worried expression.

"Niko, slow down. You really don't have to if you don't want to. I was just joking" she pleaded, sounding a bit guilty for making me drink it.

I ignored her and continued my search for an alcoholic drink to make me forget about my shitty week. I just wanted to forget. 

About a half an hour later, I finished my fourth cup of some alcoholic drink that someone had poured me. It probably wasn't a smart move to accept a drink from someone I didn't know but I really didn't give a shit. Karrie was trying desperately to get me to stop but I didn't want to.  I am a huge lightweight so obviously I was drunk. Embarrassingly drunk. So much so that I was stumbling around like an idiot and not watching where I was going. Suddenly I tripped over my feet and fell into a tall guy who looked pissed.

"Watch it fag"

"Or what? You gonna call me a fag again?" I really should've shut up. But my drunk self wanted to pick a fight. I was violently shoved against the wall, a sharp pain searing through my back as it hit. Feeling annoyed, I swung at him, missing slightly, and hitting him in the chin. He kneed me in the gut causing me to double over. As I looked up to regain my composure, I saw a familiar face in the crowd that had formed quite fast. Tanner was watching. Tanner freaking Berkovski. In my moment of distraction, the guy continued to shove me harshly until we were by the staircase. I charged at his legs and knocked him over, starting a full on fistfight between the two of us. Somehow I had managed to get on top of him and was throwing punches left and right. But he shoved me off of him, sending me tumbling down the stairs and hitting my head on the cement basement flooring.

Gasps. Shouting. Silence.