November 2nd
I downed the rest of the drink, feeling my smile spread wider as the alcohol traveled through my system. My friends were no longer in sight, but familiar faces surrounded me; specifically his.
My stomach was flipping over and over causing me to throw up the remnants of whatever I'd last eaten. I was blinded by the bathroom lights and my head was heavier than a boulder. I can't believe I'm dealing with my first hangover.
His hands were large, and safe as they held my waist and nothing lower. His breath smelled of mint and Jack Daniels. I couldn't help my hands from wandering into his shirt sleeves over his large shoulders.
I was so stupid and careless that night. I am responsible, yet something in me ignored that. Now I must deal with the consequences.
His lips were so soft and gentle against my cheek, my neck, my stomach. I couldn't resist the burning urge to rip his shirt off and get into too much trouble.
You are too much trouble, Everett Gaines.
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The sweatshirt I slide over my head is large enough to conceal every occurrence of Halloween night, yet a little suspicious given it was nearly 70 degrees out in Atlanta. I shook off the thoughts clouding my mind and swung my backpack onto my shoulders, preparing for the dreaded day ahead. My parents were quietly conversing in the kitchen as I descended the stairs. I popped in, grabbing a banana out of the fruit bowl and attempted to duck out as quick as I came, but my father stopped me.
"Janey, honey, we need to talk." His tone was cool, unreadable. I spun around slowly glancing between him and my mother.
"Sit down, please." My mother delivered the same tone, causing sweat to bead on my forehead. I pulled a chair out from the table sitting, but not saying anything. "Where were you on Halloween?" My mother's grip tightened on her glass of water and I gulped.
"I was at Abbie's, I told you that." My voice trembled and I tugged my sweatshirt sleeves over my palms in anxiousness.
"You sure about that? Because your mother found beer-soaked clothes in your hamper when she was doing laundry." Dad's voice was cold, causing me to jump.
"Okay! Maybe I wasn't at Abbie's house, but I was responsible. I didn't drive home drunk and I didn't take any drinks from strangers." I realized the words that escaped my lips did nothing but anger my parents.
"You were drunk? Seriously, Janey!" Dad slammed his hands on the small table, earning a glare from Mom.
"No, not drunk! That's not what I meant!" I pleaded, but their disapproving looks were overwhelming. "Look, I had a few drinks and didn't feel comfortable driving home. Abbie's house was a few minutes away so we walked there and I slept over."
"Why did your clothes reek like beer?" Mom still clutched onto her glass of water.
"Some idiot dumped his beer on me. I borrowed clothes from Abbie. I swear that's all that happened." I knew I was in too much trouble. Surely they'd be able to tell I was lying straight through my teeth. Surely they'd know I didn't sleep in Abbie's bed, but in a stranger's, wrapped in Everett Gaines' arms.
"Go to school. We'll talk about this later." Dad's voice gave me chills and I jumped from the table to grab my keys. I scurried to my car, jamming my key into the ignition and backing out of the driveway. I quickly dialed Abbie's number putting it on speaker so I could focus on the road.
YOU ARE READING
Unplanned
Teen FictionJaney Williams was the youngest of three in her family and the only one who hadn't graduated yet. Everyone spoke of how responsible and reliable Janey was until her plans were changed, at one Halloween party. Now beginning her senior year of high sc...