A Different Kind of Education

Chapter One : Just The Usual Out of Control

The vodka burned my throat as I chugged the liquor down in less than a minute. When I set the bottle back on the counter and my observers cheered for me, the alcohol had already caused an affect on my body so that my senses were dramatically hindered. I liked the familiarity of the fire and was comforted to know that whatever I did tonight wouldn't be thought about twice. I would be impulsive just like everyone at this party expected me to be. The real me was tucked away somewhere deep inside my body and hadn't been active in public since middle school. Before another drink was passed my way, I made my exit of the kitchen and went to the dance floor - my safe haven at parties. It was the place I could take a moment and prepare myself for the trouble I was surely to cause or get into by the end of the night. I could feel the bass of the loud music in my body, the comforting vibration hitting me in a rhythmic pace. Letting the beat of the music guide my body's movements, I considered what could possibly happen tonight at this party. For starters, the simple fact that it was the annual Blow Out party that Drew Garza hosted in his parents weekend mansion on the West Coast in California - a whole other side of the country - meant I was more likely to get into a lot of trouble than any other party I went to.

For the past 3 years what I did at the Blow Out was always the talk of the school for the first few weeks until the Back to School party, where whatever new shenanigans I pulled were the new subject. I was the most notorious person at my school and had been since 8th grade. The only person to come close was a kid named Jay Hayes, who I sadly hadn't gotten the chance to meet since he went to the rival school of mine, which we didn't cross paths, not even at a party. It was sacrilege for any rival students to attend the opposite school's parties, and anyone caught at a was punished and humiliated - though that never stopped many of my peers from sneaking into their parties. The Jay kid was the only person who has ever matched the amount of gossip as I have had and apparently pulled just as crazy stunts as I did.

"Yo Jimenez!" A deep voice shouted at me through the crowd. 

There went the signal that my peace time was over and the party kicked in full swing at this point. I did a glance around the crowd, spotting the face that the voice belonged to. It was none other than Kent Rivers, the well-known womanizer and star baseball player. He was tall, well built, and sexy in every way. Kent had a flippant attitude about everything, never taking anything seriously, especially females. Once in class I had asked him why he didn't have a girlfriend and his response had been "I'm not the kind of guy who ties himself down to one woman." It had been that line to which he went through high school by and was one of the reasons I could be such easy friends with him. Kent was carefree and that was what I had to be. He approached me slowly, fighting to work his way through all the dancing bodies. I continued to sway my hips and only talked once he was in hearing distance, which basically meant he was up against me.

"Sup." I greeted him as he gripped my hips and began to dance with me, "How's it been, hot stuff?"

Wow. That vodka really affected my mind and mouth. Kent seemed shocked too, but not bothered by it at all.

"Been good. What kind of trouble you getting into tonight?" He said into my ear, his lips grazing it ever so lightly.

"Don't know. You'll just have to wait and see." I playfully smiled at him before smoothly slipping from his grasp and disappearing into the crowd.

What kind of trouble would I get into?

An idea popped into my head, but to accomplish it I would need one more shot. I made my way to the kitchen and had to squeeze by a drunken couple making out to grab a shot glass and tequila. When I couldn't think any logical thoughts, I set out on my mission. One of the very popular guys, I think his name was Jack but I wasn't sure, stood alone observing the crowd of massed sweaty bodies with a beer in his hand. He was my target and tool in succeeding in my plan. This was my last Blow Out so I had to do the craziest thing possible to top all my other students. I was a few feet away when he saw me approaching him, a flirty smile on my face. Shock was all over his face when I got to him and begun to work my magic. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging on it as I put my lips to his ear.