When I Put My Hands On Your Body

Chapter 2

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. Christ, I look like a train wreck. All these chicks have nice dresses and their hair all done. But then again I don't go all out for parties, not anymore at least. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I'm wearing a grey tie-dye shirt, light blue jeans, and all black converse. My unruly black hair falls in waves down my back and my grey eyes look tired. Maybe I should have put on makeup. You look like a boy with long hair. Sighing, I push the door open.

"Woah... ouch," I hear an accent mutter behind the door. Shit.

"Ahhh...I'm so sorry, my bad." I apologize with a smile. He looks mad at first, but when he looks at me his face splits into a grin.

"Well that's alright love, just trying to find the john." He said grinning, slightly drunk.

"Uhh...yeah" I mumble moving from the door, "it's all yours buddy," I say walking away.

"Wait up I-" he said behind me

" I gotta go" I smile, getting lost in the crowd. God, that was rude of me. Before I can mentally punch myself in the face. I bump back into Noelle.

"Took you long enough" she borderline shouts , shes definitely had enough to drink if two minutes is a long time for her.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a confused face, " I thought I flushed you down the toilet." I smirk. She stays straight face and doesn't even chuckle. For someone who's intoxicated, she really has no sense of humor, at least one that understood mine.

"So anyway, Simone. Before you ruined the vibe with your terrible insult, I wanted to know if you're free tomorrow?" Ahh crap. I don't really want to do anything tomorrow, I had planned on staying in and finishing up Doctor Who, but I guess I can avoid being a hermit for another night.

"Uhh..Yeah, I guess I'm free" I said, twiddling my thumbs.

"Great, because Emily is having an art show tomorrow, and it'd be totally cool if you came." She tells me. I can see by her facial expression that she really doesn't want to go alone.

"Yeah, I guess that would be 'totally cool'," I mock her.

"Shut up" She laughs. I catch sight of that english kid again. Maybe I should learn his name. He smiles and waves while moving his cup to his lips. Christ, why is he coming out of nowhere? It's a party, Simone, people move around, calm down. I answer myself. Don't be rude I say back to my conscious. You know what shut up. No, You shut up.

"Simone?" Noelle pats me while I'm having a fight with myself in my head.

"Yeah?" I answer, pretending to appear unfazed.

"This guys trying to talk to you." She says, looking at me like I'm crazy. Maybe a little.

"Hi there," the boy with curls says waving his hand. I don't think I've seen him stop smiling.

"Oh, hello, sorry about that" I said looking away. Phew, thank god I didn't say anything stupid.

"Do you come here often?" he asks. What? Often? I laugh, that was almost as bad as my "ye-hi". He looks embarrassed so I try to console him and answer his question.

"Um... No, honestly I don't even know who lives here." I answer awkwardly. Ok im only making this worse.

"Oh wow, you're a party crasher?" he asks, his smile consuming half of his face. Why's he smiling so big? It's actually a nice smile, even though it kind of makes me uncomfortable. I check him out. 10 out of 10. He really is attractive, clothes and all, with his Heisenberg tee-shirt, black jeans, and these amazing suede boots. Can I have your clothes? Before I can finish checking him out, I finally realize hes talking. Oops.

"-So that's how I found myself here tonight" he finishes, nodding. Crap. What did he even say?

"Oh wow, very cool..." I say smiling. I wish I knew what he said, but how dumb would it look if I asked him to repeat everything?

"Hey butt head, did you hear me?" Noelle said petting my hair.

"Ohh... what?" I say turning around, I'm getting confused, and I'm not even the drunk one.

"Are you cool with leaving right now? I feel like I'm going to pass out".

"Sure dude," I said lifting my brown leather bag onto my shoulder.

"So I'll see you later?" He asks.

"Yeah totally," I blurt "see ya." I wave walking away. Shit I still didn't get his name. Too late now i guess.

"Ye-bye!" he calls after me. Wide eyed I turned around to see him laughing. Oh my god, Ive gotta get out of here. I grab Noelle's hand and lead her to my car.

"That guy was soooo cute," she said shaking my hand in hers. She sounds like a schoolgirl.

"Yeah he was, but before we talk boys, we gotta get your seat belt on, so you don't die, and so I don't have to live with guilt." I say dramatically.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she mock-accuses.

"Absolutely, because then I could throw you a kick ass funeral, with stand up comics and a cotton candy machine." I said starting the car.

"I don't even like cotton candy." She said clearly falling asleep.

"This is why you deserve to be dead," I laugh.

"Shut up and get me to bed." She mutters and leans her head against the window. I'll take her to my place. She still lived with her parents, and if I took her to her house at two in the morning her crazy stepmom would freak out at her. Last time I took her home this late her step-mom screamed at her for an hour and threatened to kick her out while her father sat in the other room trying to avoid conflict. We nicknamed them Maleficent and Dr. Evil. We arrive at my house in a couple of minutes because I don't live far from downtown.